This is a song about "Fuk tard"

But krstar's an r-tard who fought hard and got smoked

High as d'angelo notes in a ghost

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

What the fuck what the fuk what

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Never ever fuk wit chu

Life's tryin to lap you

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Brought this shit to fruition, took my niggas to vegas

Extend, tard n' this centaur will append bars to your anus.