This is a song about "I hate fags"

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

Or let the mob handle that

I call it speaking tongues

I hate your fucking guts.

I get to the point with my rap plots 'n' i'll toy with this fags thoughts

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape