This is a song about "German cunts"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

German procrasinator, better invest in a nest to survive to be the best,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

They cunts think that we are weak

Have no souls indeed

If we don't see eye to eye, then fuck the cunts in the government!

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

You're faker than a german hot-dog with no mustard,