This is a song about "Kaids gay"

I make forty-some dollars a day

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

We buy out stores till its all too gone

"you already wrote the gay song

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

I spend it make it right back on a monday

But keep them cigarettes away

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Because what you spit is gay,

Momma say, you making me lose pay

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,