This is a song about "Homosexuals get stricken by bricks like fake pricks"

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

You know...you know who you are

But it’s damaged by these fake-ass artists from the mainstream,

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Think this shits fake,people killed by out of control drone!

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

The influences sticks like those needle pricks and squirm,

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn