This is a song about "Jack gay"

She said to bad shack, playing me like dice and a jack

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

But failure's not an option, jack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

When we fuck she say

Because what you spit is gay,

Just grab a jack, and relax

For setting up traps