This is a song about "Gay waiters"

Round my motherfuckin way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

So you can charge me with treason

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Little gay-lookin boy

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

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

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

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

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

So close i could give flip a play

Because what you spit is gay,