This is a song about "Ryan york fat cunt"

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

So now she picks up the gun

I'm a cocky little cunt

Closet the size of your apartment

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Whats up, my name is ryan,

New york runs the rap game, can't tell the best?

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

This how i hear it different

You know you're a cunt

While half my mental belongs in a cage

If i'll be a king of new-york i wouldn't change

The club underwater, have em running out the front

So you can stuff it all you want, you complain-ass cunt,

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Killin' all the way from new york and east detroit,