This is a song about "My gay friend gay jay"

For a perfect mother’s day

Because what you spit is gay,

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

Round my motherfuckin way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

She do everything i say

Those faggots won the gay off

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Little gay-lookin boy

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,