This is a song about "Fack as faggots"

Top dropped down, black on black

To push this faggots cork back

Faggots in the alleys getting attacked

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

My flows too sick, you rip out faggots heart

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause