This is a song about "Your fag"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

You big riding fag fuck you and your swag bitch on the rag,

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

We vegetables, on them record labels

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

So imma call ya, fag cause in fact i don't know your gender

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

I shit on you fag, with a giant poo

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

You big ass motherfuckin' fag!

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion