This is a song about "Fag drag"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

Taking drag after drag

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

But i was more self concerned with the broads in life