This is a song about "Robert is gay"

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

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

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Speed up, patience, please cause

Those faggots won the gay off

Fucking funny, hilarious, great, gay is what i appear?

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

All you're talking about is gay shit, and fucking a man.

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

When love comes callin', don’t look away

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

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday