This is a song about "Gay indians"

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay looking boy

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

But i - somehow, some way

Because what you spit is gay,

Round my motherfuckin way

And i can't even look the other way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Little gay looking boy

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Nine eleven cant tell between arabs and indians

Little gay-lookin boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy