This is a song about "Little cunts"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Something a little more subtle

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

We can't catch the beat

They cunts think that we are weak

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Little scrapes, little dents - i got over

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Why are the little kids having little kids

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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