This is a song about "Wills gay"

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay looking boy

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

So they taught me to spray

Because what you spit is gay,

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Little gay-lookin boy

I was gonna write you a poem today

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

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

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray