This is a song about "Anthony is a cunt as nigga pulling a trigga to his head now he s dead"

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

He is a drug dealer, nigga its what you choose,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

I'm about to track you down like a bloodhound, cunt

I'm a cocky little cunt

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

If real shit is dead then nigga i'm a bastard

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

His kid is free to say, "my dad's a hero, a catwoman, he even likes milking me"

Cause you're dead as a dad to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free