This is a song about "Quickscoping fag"

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Then i bet he be cracked

With a fag dont know to act

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad