This is a song about "Faggots weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

The drug that they brain need

Who substituted for this weed

I keep my money neat

I make fun of faggots, nerds and fatties

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Faggots think that they deserve equal

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

So here i am at the store for some chips

Up parents, faggots and the feminists

I'll manhandle you faggots faster then most

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see