This is a song about "Kasey the fag"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

If i lost you be patient

Every fag is on the hit list

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Know it good when she go no hands

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Ya i ain't black but also i ain't fag