This is a song about "Gay peop"

Little gay looking boy

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

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

But i ain't get to see you today

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Those faggots won the gay off

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

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

But more importantly taught me to pray