This is a song about "Darragh cunt bastard"

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

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

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

In that time i'll be just great being a bastard,

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

Red bottoms with the spike work

Fatherless son to the rap game bastard

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Inglorious bastard before this

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I run through my life as just a little bastard,

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt