This is a song about "You sound gay"

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Back in the motherfuckin bay

What you want me to say

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

I'm not so sure you know how fuckin stupid you sound

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

// [you can sound the alarm]

Tats no dey for my arm