This is a song about "Die u fuckers"

I dnt no where you muther fuckers have been

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Cut the fuckers up black or white

Focus let me show you the light

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

Representing grimsby mother fuckers not the london town

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die