This is a song about "Joes gay"

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Because what you spit is gay,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

And you can tell everyone

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

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

And i be on the block all day

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Little gay looking boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

Little gay lookin' boy