This is a song about "Phunsway cartels a fag"

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Beside her head of course, don't be a fag! this is becoming a gag/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

A sucker punch, it's weak to make fun of you because your a fag/

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Luxury life, results living bad

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one