This is a song about "Gay see"

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

And it begins to phase him more each day

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

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

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

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

For us to find our way

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Little gay looking boy

She prayed on me passing that bar

O conquered coke hits in his gay car