This is a song about "Louie the faggot"

Cos here faggot,your name wont have the prefix,mc but late

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Gonna rap until this faggot governor stand up to the crime.

Now imma hit this beat like pow everybody's eye's open and they say wow

Perhaps your the faggot that lack the skill to kill the competition now,

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Cause faggot i ain't the right mother fucker to provoke

No one know what it's like

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Establishment is faggot shit, i'm snapping all the rules he wrote

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Enjoy your carrot as you stuck it up your ass, fuckin faggot

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

I'm the last one u wanna clash with/i'll punch your little faggot jaw