This is a song about "Punk orangette"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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