This is a song about "Gay old men"

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Car seats got screens in them

Because what you spit is gay,

But i ain't get to see you today

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

She can't know where my mother stay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Not to mention wale is on the way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Ha, and the bitches all gone

"you already wrote the gay song