This is a song about "Punk bitch"

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

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

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Fuckin punk you aint a leader what nobody followed you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

With such an ugly picture in it and

He was acting like a hardcore punk

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Or just a punk but that fucking shit gets my adrenalin pumped.