This is a song about "Punk"

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Shit i'm about to murder this punk

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

While the fbi or punk police be running in

Bet i put you punk asses in your place,death is your only fate,

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Fuckin punk you aint a leader what nobody followed you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue