This is a song about "Drew fag"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated affiliated

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap