This is a song about "Kylr the fag"

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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