This is a song about "Justins a fag"

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Justins back and he aint leaving, shit happens but no more grieving

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Cause fab said he looked like a fag at mayweather’s pad

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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