This is a song about "Gay guys"

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

And keep away from clients this bad guys

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

And oh, i gotta find my way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

She say all men treat her wrong way

Because what you spit is gay,

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

This freaking wise guys fucked

So dunn stay silent