This is a song about "Faggot rappee"

Introducing the half faggot back packer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Which you know i'm different, right

This faggot doesn't know of his germs inside

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

A tisket a tasket your such a fucking faggot

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Killed a man cuz he thought he was faggot

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Faggot shouldn't have joined me

And now that i’m getting money