This is a song about "Fuck you cunt"

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

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

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Stupid ho just kept going. i told you don't speak just shush cunt

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

The day before is better than the present

Red bottoms with the spike work

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

Worth a couple bills

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

Teenage parties, i recommend you