This is a song about "Mason is a cunt"

It was plain to c she gave birth to a c-u-n-t

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

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

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

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

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

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

I'll smash the cunt, and tell him to have a blunt before i slag him off