This is a song about "Pussy fags"

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

Where weapons similar to dry grapes

You fags, send ya to hells gates

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Man is overpowered by over waged fags

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Beat those fags cause we cant stop

Your chick said i'm hot

Now if you give us a chance

Lightin' fags off the tip of fags

For you guys i cant cum, fags

For setting up traps