This is a song about "Little cunts"

Baby i am professional

Ever since when i was little

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

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

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

The world is so typical

Something a little more subtle

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap