This is a song about "Pussy faggots"

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Faggots think that they deserve equal

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

These faggots lacking intelligence, and they overzealous,

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

My flows too sick, you rip out faggots heart