This is a song about "Cunt lips"

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Got racks you don’t understand

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

I read a cops lips once

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Just another product of this matrix

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics