This is a song about "Chloe ellesha cunt mad"

And bijies like im out and

You know you're a cunt

You ain't gon find that

They way i dress is mad.

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

Goddamn, the boy's back

Did my rap make you mad?

Criticism doesn't make him mad

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened