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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

Educate yourselves, of africa

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And i write it better than most could

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

I stab you in the gut and than fuck your slut

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Your better than me what? "you gays"

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

I go harder than a gay man when he masterbates