This is a song about "Cam being a cunt"

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

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

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

The latter being a constant misconception,

Enough to paint a picture, my true profession

Forever remain a cunt/ excuse me if i become a bit tooo blunt/

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A childhood being depressed,