This is a song about "Ruthless rappers club"

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

That's you, a hot mess, thinking that you're ruthless, best

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

What i got which u lack is im ruthless

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

She was the queen of the club

That shit was wack as fuck

I left the club departing

With the piece that kel was rocking

Who are really ruthless

And panned out, i'm all in love