This is a song about "Weak fags"

I'm doing this for me, myself, and i, fags,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Im gonna get glad at you fucking fags

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My skills they are all weak

Now it's time to eat

Killin' wack rappers, backstabbin' backpacker fags

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

You fags will never hold me back

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Ya'll sum bitch niggaz a bunch of fags

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,