This is a song about "Gay igen"

Little gay lookin' boy

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

The hotels we staying in twelve star

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Little gay-lookin boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

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

Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay

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

And it begins to phase him more each day

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

Little gay looking boy

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

She can't know where my mother stay