This is a song about "Man buns and fags"

With a plan and a passion like flame man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

If i don't make that man there dance

2000 plus, and hes still on top man

Fifth wheel on the back just hang

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

My sim card's the bomb

Man it goes on and on