This is a song about "Op is a fag"

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Sat down and had a fag but gagged as i had a cough

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Beep boop bop im a robot girlfriends flowbot this aint co op single fuckin shooter

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though