This is a song about "Gay olivia"

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Do it, okay, okay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

She can't know where my mother stay

Another round what the song say

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

Little gay-lookin boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

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

Just to go to liv on a sunday

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey