This is a song about "Steves gay"

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

I was gonna write you a poem today

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Its only for the real mc's not the gay,

Hit it or four play

Who will make a gay pay.

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

That moschino shit is so back

Little gay looking boy

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

I'm telling you the truth when i say bruno mars is gay.

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