This is a song about "Captain cunt"

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Vocabularoura grind its captain murphy villain time

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

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