This is a song about "Gay mexicans"

Momma say, you making me lose pay

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

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

'till like illegal mexicans in texas, bitch we'll break borders,

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

Those faggots won the gay off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

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

Little gay-lookin boy

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

Because what you spit is gay,

Same shit you said yesterday