This is a song about "Bb laws cunt"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

So much depth of crime, i'm an empty mind. set described to violate laws

Cause i made use of the loopholes on them laws

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

I put these poems all in these songs

You drawin straws talkin laws rotten jaws

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Huh, a metaphor of course

And broke multiple laws

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different