This is a song about "Kyle is gay"

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Another round what the song say

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

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

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

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

But just when it gets good, she's gone

"you already wrote the gay song

Go play with your sex toy

Little gay looking boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Little gay lookin' boy

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay