This is a song about "Kylr the fag"

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

To get them niggas while they laid back

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

Here i go again, falling in love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles