This is a song about "My gay"

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

I've become immune to you no name haters

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

To throw it all away

Because what you spit is gay,

Callin' me gay?! i smash fools like you, add them to my whey stacks

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

As: other plans got in the way

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate