This is a song about "Diss fags"

If i don't make that man there dance

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Made by sissies, fags and minions

She likes the way it hits her lips

You fags think it's all a game

Your body's right as rain

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks