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

Oh i gotta face the day

Because what you spit is gay,

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Little gay lookin' boy

Go play with your sex toy

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay looking boy

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time