This is a song about "Running like a fag"

I'm gon remember her, but still

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

'cause fab said he looked like a fag

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for