This is a song about "Luis fag"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

I'm popping rubber bands

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag