This is a song about "Gay songs"

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

They use violence but i murder with my songs

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Or perhaps you'll be the prick to judge my songs,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Because what you spit is gay,

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

But i ain't get to see you today

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Forsaken youth mistake the truth for it, that's why i'm writin' songs,