This is a song about "Cyber punk hacker"

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

This is a cyber battle bitch ill watch porn

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Enforce, i'm elegant and

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

That happen to act like a black president

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.