This is a song about "Cm punk wwe"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

He used to wrestle with others in the wwe together

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Fuckin punk you aint a leader what nobody followed you

You still watch wwe, well here comes the pain,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk