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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

I see them faggots in space and i don't need a hubble

Bashin' blacks and trashin' "faggots" sadly will not go out of fashion

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Odd future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties