This is a song about "Kylr the fag"

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

That we can't forget the past

With a fag dont know to act

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

I don't want it on my back

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines