This is a song about "Drew fag"

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

Knew you who threw du ewe yu due que crew true u two drew u lu rue

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

With a fag dont know to act

Right flows down and they might go nice

Im drew brees the way i blow trees