This is a song about "Stuffing sandwiches in my cunt"

Lil prps like 3 digits

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Now im up here smokin blunts, rubbin your moms cunt

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Good love then i can do that for her

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

You couldn't live your life for the moment

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

You know you're a cunt

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

Still they wonder how i seem so confident