This is a song about "Gay fags"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

Im on, im on tha way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Man is overpowered by over waged fags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

And still got my nike boots

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

Little gay looking boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks