This is a song about "Slapping a faggot at a gay bar"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Then mourn the childs death as a tragedy years later when his face is reworked at a bar

With cash that i couldn't spend, countless carsan addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Im like a grown ass man without a plan slapping a bitch with the back of his

And there's little to be glad for

Broke back brothers, you a faggot ass brother

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Well i'll use terms that you understand, you are such a faggot

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

A quick-witted sick figgit, faggot whatever

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

And dont start it in a bar