This is a song about "God blame retard cunt"

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

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

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

So rest your weary heart

Was calling me a retard

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

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Don't be a retard, be a king?

I'm wearing up with questions n tests all done growing sick n retard

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

51. don't over dramatize the whole scene cunt!