This is a song about "Man buns and fags"

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

For you guys i cant cum, fags

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

With a plan and a passion like flame man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

We getting money, you can face the facts

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

All you gossiping fags are pure, garbage and trash

I rather hold hand and be your man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

And man we comin for you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true