This is a song about "Running like a fag"

A plan to pass this rappers like a running stream...

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

My lyrics keep you running like lithium.

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

With a fag dont know to act

Fucking hoes, no strings attached