This is a song about "Will fag"

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

Ya i ain't black but also i ain't fag

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

2.0 fully demonstrated so i guess dead dad jokes and fag jokes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

'cause fab said he looked like a fag