This is a song about "Devon the homo"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Homo you should realize that your rapping with the rap mayor

The bigger the the fun

We have nothing in common

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Speed is what you lack, you can’t catch me no more, so shut the fuck up homo.

Hey yo yo,wassup homo,get the fuck off the game

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain