This is a song about "Faggot diss"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Faggot shouldn't have joined me

If you ain't about money

I hope we both do learn from this

You cant even write a good diss?

Introducing the half faggot back packer

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Don't realize this is a diss

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost