This is a song about "Ricardo gay"

Because what you spit is gay,

To throw it all away

Im looking better every day but every day he looking gay

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Looking so damn right you're wrong

"you already wrote the gay song

I make forty-some dollars a day

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

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

Little gay lookin' boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Who will make a gay pay.

Get a glass and put chris on, yea