This is a song about "I hate fags"

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Hate me so i can wright,

On that red-eyed kush flight

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

And i hate the chilly weather

I'm gettin discouraged with her

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

All these backstabbing fags i blast em back to the past

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Everyday i hate, i loath,

Big homie hov said i am close

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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