This is a song about "Being a punk"

Packing a gun to punk you whackest of bums with no answers for son

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Being swallowed in a vac whole

Women at my pole

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

With such an ugly picture in it and

And eat him alive i'm a c.m punk

Slap the shit out of the abuser and let him know his a punk ass looser

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,