This is a song about "Evans a fag"

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

This is a war zone fag where you at this shit is baghdad

And there's no way i can pay you back

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone