This is a song about "Pommy faggots"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Listen witness beatin flinchin faggots up into submission

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You faggots don’t have the mind capacity

Can you faggots keep up line for line

She prefer the dutty wine

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

My flows too sick, you rip out faggots heart

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards