This is a song about "Your songs are gay"

That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I've been so tired, all my songs are so blatant and cold,

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Im happier when high and drunk

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

I call em up, they might fall through

Some of your songs just left me there star struck

We're young and we don't give a fuck

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

We have guests, come on, put 'em on tighter, rep your best songs