This is a song about "Ray the gay"

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

In the seventh grade, classmates considered me gay, what?

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Dea intercepted the package, doa, yall still sittin home watching rachel ray

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

And it begins to phase him more each day

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

"you already wrote the gay song

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there