This is a song about "Marks gay"

So they taught me to spray

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Those faggots won the gay off

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Who will make a gay pay.

And we here to stay

I spend it make it right back on a monday

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

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