This is a song about "Robson is gay"

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

You try to stray from the gay image, but put cream where your face is?

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Little gay looking boy

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

I know my daddy gone

"you already wrote the gay song

Not to mention wale is on the way

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Those faggots won the gay off