This is a song about "Gay junior"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Who will make a gay pay.

Take my moms, move away

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

When i fuck i use the pill, cause i don't want a junior

Early adapters agree they all late

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay-lookin boy

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey