This is a song about "Cm punk wwe"

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Trip, and then you never snitch

Fascist nun and some punk bitch