This is a song about "Mason is a cunt"

I'm a cocky little cunt

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

You know you're a cunt

If you ever feel alone and

A chronicled naysaying of a hospital patient, a nautical mason,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Forever remain a cunt/ excuse me if i become a bit tooo blunt/

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

51. don't over dramatize the whole scene cunt!