This is a song about "Gay grant"

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay-lookin boy

December 4th a star was born

"you already wrote the gay song

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Gillis-grant, the people chant

Those faggots won the gay off

Please hold your applause

And i got 'em every day, every day

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay