This is a song about "Gay sam"

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

The science and the art, africa

Hit you from a block away

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Little gay-lookin boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

I need money in a major way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey