This is a song about "Pickled cunts"

If he does my soul to keep

They cunts think that we are weak

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Half these cunts got it backward’s man/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

If we don't see eye to eye, then fuck the cunts in the government!

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