This is a song about "Marks gay"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

"you already wrote the gay song

'til it's like a mile long

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

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

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

Because what you spit is gay,

And my niggas say