This is a song about "Gay hobos"

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

I told him get his 9 and run

And we don't know no right from wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Because what you spit is gay,

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay looking boy

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

She do everything i say