This is a song about "Ola fag"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

‘cuz you’re acting like a motherfucking fag with daddy issues,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth