This is a song about "Marks gay"

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Call yourself yung jay cos you're new you're gay

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

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

Little gay-lookin boy

Go play with your sex toy

You haters put up your guards

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She can't know where my mother stay

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

All up under the covers day