This is a song about "Cunt you are"

I'm a cocky little cunt

This is something different

The club underwater, have em running out the front

51. don't over dramatize the whole scene cunt!

Who do you think you are

You get close but no cigar

Who do you think you are

And could i be a star

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

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

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred