This is a song about "Fag drag"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Knock her out and drag her back to an empty lobby's halls,

Drag his children through the woods, bury them alive,

Could i be the same one who came from a far away life

And my niggas say

Bullshit will drag you away