This is a song about "Jason brett fag whine famrle"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

When love comes callin', don’t look back

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

This ny girl will have you whine n' resign

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Floppin all around like jason collins reading playboy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time

Acting like he's the son of god, bitch fuck your whine

You swine, all you pigs do is whine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine