This is a song about "Gay horses"

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

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

Because what you spit is gay,

Until i started to lose my way

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

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

All we need is convienient love

You start seeing they long face like horses

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

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

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

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

You know we kick it like everyday