This is a song about "Riley s gay"

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Little gay lookin' boy

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

For a perfect mother’s day

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Tell me how can we live this way