This is a song about "Henry is gay"

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

As: other plans got in the way

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

What a gay say is what losers say when they get off the way

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

And its simple as that baby