This is a song about "Burrito fag"

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Ya i ain't black but also i ain't fag