This is a song about "Your fag"

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

So beware and be careful choosing your words fag

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

Pussy ass fag stop staring at your phone

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Maybe ma style kinda bad fag and whack

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Ya i ain't black but also i ain't fag

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back