This is a song about "Gay swimmer"

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

I'm the burger king, i gotta have it my way

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

And it begins to phase him more each day

Few chips, i get out n' spray

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

The things they say went a little too far

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay looking boy

Those faggots won the gay off

Please hold your applause

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

So close i could give flip a play

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She can't know where my mother stay