This is a song about "Cunt flaps"

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

A dumb neighbor sunbather? yo, this cunt ain't her

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Around you ill run laps and swim trough your belly flaps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands