This is a song about "Gay max"

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

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

Through the microphone, max alone, hold the throne, slam ya,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day