This is a song about "Gavin is a fag"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

‘cuz they say “shoot a fag” and then “sock a bitch”,

Sat down and had a fag but gagged as i had a cough

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Every fag is on the hit list