This is a song about "Mirza being a gay cunt"

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

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Who will make a gay pay.

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Tied up cunt in my basement like a prisoner

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

I believed in a higher being.

Bun b, i’m underground king

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

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

I fear no opponent

I'm a cocky little cunt