This is a song about "Someone beying faggot"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Faggot faggot faggot,your minds been lost

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

That means you're jus a straight up faggot

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

Introducing the half faggot back packer

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Fuck tracks,im spitting over the top,you faggot

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Ill be happy to battle the faggot

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

This djswagg kid, he's such a faggot