This is a song about "Joel the shit cunt"

With such an ugly picture in it and

Shut up cunt your bout to get slapped

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

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

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

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

I only got four minutes