This is a song about "Chinese faggots anything and tim hortons"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Tim rapped on the track, and i felt complete

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

I kill beats and faggots and you're no rap master

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But luckily tim changed my year

Haters beware, i can see clear

See, my bitch is the type of bitch that gotta keep it real

Guns because they shoot at anything dats near and all you'll hear

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve