This is a song about "Dumbass fag"

Here i go again, searching for love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

That we can't forget the past

With a fag dont know to act

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

I don't know why i'm even on this track

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

That last track this fag spat was so wack man

Tie your dumbass in the corner and make you watch as i fuck your former lover,

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer