This is a song about "Rod is a fag"

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Sat down and had a fag but gagged as i had a cough

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

You tell me i got swag though, i say you a fag go,

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

While bystanders applaud and nod, while i'm beating you to death with a fucking rod,

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that