This is a song about "Martyn cunt"

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

The day before is better than the present

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

I call it " go in your room and fuck up your girl's cunt"

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Devil is jealous, cuz compared to me he aint nothin but a open cunt

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner