This is a song about "God blame retard cunt"

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

Don't know her name those ain't really important

You know you're a cunt

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Now that's what you call a game

Being broke is to blame

But now invisible cells around your brain

Ur body lookin fo someone to blame

Instead of your crap which is made by a slap to a bitch you retard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

The time is now, on everything

Don't be a retard, be a king?