This is a song about "Diss fags"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

She got something i never had

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

They are the coaches in this

Don't realize this is a diss

Pawning my chain in the shop

Beat those fags cause we cant stop

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Exposing all the fags who are too scared to diss me back

Cause ignorance is bliss

Spit a poem or a diss

You fags, send ya to hells gates

For the occasion, paper planes