This is a song about "Sweaty cunts"

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

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

Im hot, and ready u better be sweaty,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

See boy she been in love

Palms are sweaty, i'm nervous.

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

For me it's all that matters i harm cunts with slashes

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong