This is a song about "Your a fagot"

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

I got some fire and shit

Your lucky not a casket

Your thought provokes a a common cold

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

I'm a pro your a minor,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Your a horse without a saddle

She caught up in my love triangle

But i like you like..like a lil bit

Your mum is a bitch your dad's a maggot