This is a song about "Kylr the fag"

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

I promise i'mma call you back

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I rap from the deep of my hart, i am not fag nor whack

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Every fag is on the hit list

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

We race foreign cars, custom models

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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