This is a song about "Fighting homos"

You bunch of homos so you on that girly skinny jeans, but i don't dig it

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

You just keep on fighting

Keep fighting , keep believing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Rex ryan on these hoes, jet life forever bitch

Fighting with a bottle and a dirty syringe

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest