This is a song about "Nikita s a fag"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

S on my chest like a superman vest

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

'cause fab said he looked like a fag at maywhether's pad

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

The jager in my cup is licorice black

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Cause fab said he looked like a fag at mayweather’s pad

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