This is a song about "Panty fag"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

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

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights