This is a song about "Fag boyfriends"

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

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

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap