This is a song about "Gay hobos"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Those faggots won the gay off

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

Call yourself yung jay cos you're new you're gay

And truthfully girl you really make my day

You trynna battle me is like hobos bothering with

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Little gay lookin' boy

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And i can't even look the other way