This is a song about "Gay school"

Who will make a gay pay.

But i dont never play

Then some lady named billie holiday

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Car seats got screens in them

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay lookin' boy

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

If you out there let me hear you say

Because what you spit is gay,

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

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