This is a song about "You are a faggot"

A quick-witted sick figgit, faggot whatever

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

You can call me a faggot and make jokes bout my crotch,

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Fuck tracks,im spitting over the top,you faggot

Killed a man cuz he thought he was faggot

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I’ll be back on the same night

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

You were never loved, faggot

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

That means you're jus a straight up faggot