This is a song about "Martyn cunt"

You know you're a cunt

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

Every day was a saturday, shit

This bitch ass cunt should just leave, he makes everything worse

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

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

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

A dumb neighbor sunbather? yo, this cunt ain't her

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

Bitch i’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant

The day before is better than the present

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

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.