This is a song about "Stop talk your gay"

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Put a stop to your mocks.

Your girl i'm fisting so stop your bitching

And my only fear's a wedding ring

All up under the covers day

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Okay gay go to hell they will appreciate your rap and treat you well in the hell

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

Talk about how your on the rebound