This is a song about "Ur gay bro"

So close i could give flip a play

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

Because what you spit is gay,

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Little gay lookin' boy

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Its time for shit to change,word bro

She got electric feel, don't taze me bro

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro