This is a song about "Faggots braden"

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards