This is a song about "Greasy cunt"

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

Red bottoms with the spike work

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

The day before is better than the present

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened