This is a song about "Punk"

Walking around like he's some hardcore fucking punk

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

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

An watch you cry trying to find the ways to try running away punk

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

But he was probably from your crew, you fuckin punk

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

But im taking a dump on ur little beef punk

Sorry punk you just met raps first youthful maestro,

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though