This is a song about "Cunt you are"

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

'bout to get my other car

When you know that you are

But im still the sickest an the cunt you wish you could spit with

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

If there’s a shining star

Who do you think you are

The jiggas and the tips

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Too focused, one word

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?