This is a song about "Gay indians"

That's what they'll say

Who will make a gay pay.

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

So close i could give flip a play

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

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Because what you spit is gay,

Hit you from a block away

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay-lookin boy

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day