This is a song about "Punk"

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

You're just some ghetto punk, but me, i'm a dope guy.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

But, damn you write alot. too bad it's a waste, punk,

Twista finna get up on the track

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Fascist nun and some punk bitch

I created this image

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important