This is a song about "Cunt flaps"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

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

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

And get caught, in the moment

You know you're a cunt

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

This bitch ass cunt should just leave, he makes everything worse

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt