This is a song about "Fag kenny"

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

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

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

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

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

‘cuz you’re acting like a motherfucking fag with daddy issues,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth