This is a song about "Marks gay"

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Those faggots won the gay off

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Because what you spit is gay,

But i ain't get to see you today

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

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Round my motherfuckin way