This is a song about "Cam i a cunt"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

I've already told you im a sick cunt and i dont take any prisoners,

I'm a cocky little cunt

But got comma’s in my statement

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

I hit you through this screen here call it smack cam