This is a song about "Shooting a faggot in the nutsack with a gold dandelion"

Like a faggot pull the trigger leave my brain splattered

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

You're a faggot that stays basic in every song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Smack ya with staggered ladder, faggot, attach ya to a rope

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

These streets ain't paved gold, walk with a limp

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I'm stabbing any blogging faggot hipster with a pitchfork

That means you're jus a straight up faggot

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

While im shooting at my rivals with a a rifle,