This is a song about "You sound gay zach"

// [you can sound the alarm]

Pay dues like a hair salon

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Because what you spit is gay,

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Then some lady named billie holiday

I'mma catch you next time around

Hope you enjoy this sound

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

You couldn't possibly comprehend the raw sound

You chose a gay r&b beat? are you a psychopath?

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs