This is a song about "Who the fuck is this fat cunt"

My flow is out of this world like the lunar axis / who could match this

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

So if i do call it's just a check

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

Now who the fuck is that kayla chick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

They sayin' "fuck the mainstream" this era is a golden age,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And who the fuck is you, you claiming you'se the king of what?

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Fuck the pacifist, this is how we achieved it all

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call