This is a song about "Weak fags"

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

You fags think it's all a game

All the bitches know my name

You say my lines were weak,

Cause talk is cheap

Fags writting raps just to toughen up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Burning american flags, screamin fuck fags,

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Lightin' fags off the tip of fags

But you don't have a chance

So here i am at the store for some chips

Made by sissies, fags and minions