This is a song about "Fuck micheal your rhymes are wack your on crack you fucking fag blow me cheesy fag"

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas//

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

Are you trying to tell me you got flow or that your rhyme skills show you'll never blow

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow