This is a song about "Gay thoughts"

Little gay lookin' boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Speed up, patience, please cause

I'm lost in my inner thoughts,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Six rebels lost in their thoughts

And of course, my car's off course

Few chips, i get out n' spray

Because what you spit is gay,

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Ive been having these thoughts

And i can't help but stare, cause

I'm on my grind

His thoughts disorganized