This is a song about "Matts a ginger cunt"

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

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

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

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

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