This is a song about "Max is gay"

Mad, just like max, you must be glad you had a patch/

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

And now i'm amplifying my shit, turing it to the max,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

But i ain't get to see you today

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

My dog is gay - here n' queerlike gary coleman, im the coal mine,