This is a song about "Cunt nigga up like guacamole"

And there's little to be glad for

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

But you're dissin everyone just like some ruthless cunt

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

But they got a nigga bonded up like the 19th century

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Who this nigga up in here

Quietly becoming a top tier

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

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

Nigga had a bad day, throw it up

U know i prolly marked a nigga up like bruise while u all relaxed chilling

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging