This is a song about "Punk bitch"

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Fake punk, talkin all that shit, you ain't rough

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

And eat him alive i'm a c.m punk

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

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

But i can rip it any style you want,you just acting wild lil punk