This is a song about "I hate fags"

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

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

You fags think it's all a game, 'til i walk a flock of flames

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Said when i do dirt wit her

I hate you and your mother,

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

At an extremly alarming rate