This is a song about "Kyle the fag"

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

I'm the hulk, fag! quit living in virtual reality madman!

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap