This is a song about "Gay hair"

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Little gay looking boy

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Years back you believed that the world was fair

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Speed up, patience, please cause

Those faggots won the gay off