This is a song about "Big juicy cunt"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

A dumb neighbor sunbather? yo, this cunt ain't her

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

That thing juicy, no fruit