This is a song about "I m better than you and your gay"

I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life

Than i smile at you and break your legs and your arms and leave you alive,

Since when did taking care of your appearance make you gay?

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Your better than me what? "you gays"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And i write it better than most could

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

"m sorry but m future life must be pleasant and ur no better than a peasant"

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

If you think youre better than i am then show me