This is a song about "Robson is gay"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

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

Those faggots won the gay off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

How i think about you every day

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Man the fuck up like that tall nigga roy

Little gay looking boy

What i'm tryna say is that battier's a gay boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Because what you spit is gay,