This is a song about "Punk niggas"

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Online this is for the public to stop your punk shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

He was acting like a hardcore punk

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk