This is a song about "Gay lyrics"

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Little gay looking boy

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

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

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

I make forty-some dollars a day

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

They'll have to rename this one

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian