This is a song about "Jerell faggots"

You hungry faggots eat my rhymes, when i throw a rhyme.

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

To push this faggots cork back

Can't win with a passive attack

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

I stand alone against the forces of clones on the horses of drones

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,