This is a song about "Fag ct s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Every fag is on the hit list

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

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Ya i ain't black but also i ain't fag

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

They at the same spot they making no progress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag