This is a song about "Gay penises"

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

And oh, i gotta find my way

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

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

Little gay-lookin boy

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

They expect me to respect their tiny erect penises

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Little gay lookin' boy

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

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay