This is a song about "Punk"

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

While the fbi or punk police be running in

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

And the word most important

Wantin' to jump dude, but let that nigga punk you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap