This is a song about "Gay poop"

But i ain't get to see you today

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

With a fistfull of poop,

Pockets probably like fried food

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

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

Little gay looking boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Rub my back, then let me lay

Little gay lookin' boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Because what you spit is gay,

Chill with my crew on blacc friday