This is a song about "Gay hayden"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Hayden(starts crying): see? even doctors are afraid of me

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

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Hayden: you have no idea who your talkin with

"you already wrote the gay song

Got campaign going so strong

Hayden: dont touch me! the fact that i didnt kill you already means your lucky

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Doctor: hello hayden, how can i help you today?

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

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey