This is a song about "Gg you cunts"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Locked in tight cause you're trying to keep this cunts buzz

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

You expect me to respect you?

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

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

Half these cunts got it backward’s man/

Cause u know that this my jam

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Baby you know i love you

You got your crew behind you

I call em up, they might fall through

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine