This is a song about "Rod is a fag"

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Cause fab said he looked like a fag at mayweather's pad

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Make a swag fag keel over when they know there rhymes lag/

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

This 15 yr old fag has a son, are you kitten me?

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

Hang ya up like a fag, hag, crack flag

Wonder if they take it all back

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap