This is a song about "Grant gay"

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I make forty-some dollars a day

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Shit i support gays, but don't come to me tryna make me gay,"

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay-lookin boy

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Call yourself yung jay cos you're new you're gay

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Of a penance stare to a decadent to grant him death by recompense

Grant me three wishes and i'll diss three bitches but first is you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through