This is a song about "Fag steve"

I look like steve buscemi

They say nothings ever free

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Tied up no squeaks fed em for weeks in the cement cellar," heather i'm steve

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

All the girls really want is fun

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

When love comes callin', don’t look back

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts