This is a song about "You re a faggot"

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

And i got 'em every day, every day

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

When i get to warwick avenue

I'm just glad i'm not a faggot like you

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

A tisket a tasket your such a fucking faggot

Whether you wrong or you right

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

You say that i’m a faggot but it’s pretty ironic

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,