This is a song about "Gay horses"

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

"you already wrote the gay song

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Who will make a gay pay.

Little gay-lookin boy

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