This is a song about "Aids curs fags"

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

But that's what he liked her

Im dissing fags over

Made by sissies, fags and minions

The jiggas and the tips

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You fags will never hold me back

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

See i let my nigga split that

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I'm sicker than an aids patient plagued with rabies

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Man is overpowered by over waged fags