This is a song about "Counter terrorists fags"

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

My bars of wrath will smack you retarded fags

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Your chick said i'm hot

Beat those fags cause we cant stop

Or the corner pub, and lift the whole liquor counter up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Made by sissies, fags and minions

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Stereotypes call them terrorists, always got a scheme

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags