This is a song about "Your such a fag"

It's such a -- situation

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Such a different tempo

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

To sethering, tethering your veins, that would be a shame, such a shame.

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Pointing the mag now you're running like a fag

Is it a face with such grace your blessed?

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west