This is a song about "Slimy cunts"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

If we don't see eye to eye, then fuck the cunts in the government!

Late night hangin out til the sunrise gettin high

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

They cunts think that we are weak

Every week nosy cunts reading a magazine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team