This is a song about "Gay indians"

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Because what you spit is gay,

Might as well pre pay

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

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

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

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

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Call yourself yung jay cos you're new you're gay

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

And oh, i gotta find my way