This is a song about "Timmy is fag"

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact

I told you bitches thats how it is i aint no fag

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And then when timmy grew up and tried to earn an honest pocket

With a fag dont know to act

And i can write a hook fast

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Beside her head of course, don't be a fag! this is becoming a gag/

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

You eat a dick like a fag on bath salts