This is a song about "Your a fagot"

Your about to witness a massacre

See, i like the person that you are

Your a horse without a saddle

This bag is from seattle

And they all mint condition

Your lines, better see a physician,

Your body with a spike

Always strap so i was alright

By god, slow grind

A picture in your mind

Because your a sick bastard

Yeah you know i got that work

Pure as a diamond, your angel, your muse,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

This that black elohim anunnaki rap