This is a song about "Homos"

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

Who got mass appeal,and have homos like you for meal

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Hopefully you lil' homos get over your fears and phobias