This is a song about "Aids cures fags"

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Lightin' fags off the tip of fags

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

I'm itchin from kitchen aids aka hot as fiction maids

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

Made by sissies, fags and minions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

So maybe like aids, y’all ain’t up on the right page,

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange