This is a song about "Jerell faggots"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You dick choking faggots probly stroking

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Westside, bitch i run mine

Fuck all you faggots your not gangstas your just wannabees.

The more small people at your door like please can i receive