This is a song about "Your songs are gay"

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

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And truthfully girl you really make my day

Makin' toys at my work shop, while y'all are gay,

Say what you wanna but

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Some of your songs just left me there star struck

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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