This is a song about "Gay marrige"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

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

But i ain't get to see you today

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

She can't know where my mother stay

And i can't help but stare, cause

Those faggots won the gay off

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She got grove st. on replay

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

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