This is a song about "Wallace the fag"

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

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

With a fag dont know to act

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Go for mine, that ball shit, pour ciroc 'til i'm nauseous

Been in conceptual protection since the specter of wallace

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

So you won the last one, ya had ya fun fag time to run

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Every fag is on the hit list

Supposedly because i sag,they call me a fag that wants it in the ass but to me its jus trash......

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

And it seems that fag mcees hate facts.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps