This is a song about "Fucking faggots"

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

Faggots think that they deserve equal

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

So lets kill all of the faggots yo

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts