This is a song about "Cunt you are"

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Who do you think you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

I've already told you im a sick cunt and i dont take any prisoners,

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Closet the size of your apartment