This is a song about "Rob being gay"

You ain't gay, yo a lesbian

Carolina where i made it from

For us to find our way

Who will make a gay pay.

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

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

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Big rob whaddya think nocturnal means

Round my motherfuckin way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

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

Little gay looking boy