This is a song about "Captain cunt"

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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

Of real spittin and rappin/ your career about to sink like a ship missin a captain

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her