This is a song about "2 inch punisher"

I pack a nine-inch winky, they attract totty

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

Slice your scalp open with a five inch knife

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I ruptured her skin with a slick nine inch blade that's made to slay a bitch like this.

Good kids make bad grown ups

Track 13.) 2 cups freestyle (2 cups)

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You cant even handle 2 bars

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key