This is a song about "Cunt fuck"

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

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Stupid ho just kept going. i told you don't speak just shush cunt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

You know you're a cunt

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner