This is a song about "You are a cunt"

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah you are a dummy

But that's alright cause you'll be on your deathbed soon enough you insufficient cunt,

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

You are a little tuna fish

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Fuck off stop bullshittin you silly cunt it dont get it out

But you are just a ho

Call me whatever joe

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

A dumb neighbor sunbather? yo, this cunt ain't her

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Forever remain a cunt/ excuse me if i become a bit tooo blunt/