This is a song about "Gay max"

Please hold your applause

Those faggots won the gay off

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Because what you spit is gay,

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

I'm on max stun, my phasers ain't gonna taze ya, they gonna crack some,

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

If you didn't know i feel this way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy