This is a song about "Gay kid"

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

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

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I want to feel her in every way

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Because what you spit is gay,

But i ain't get to see you today

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

And oh, i gotta find my way

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

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

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

But more importantly taught me to pray

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say