This is a song about "You cunt"

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

If i catch her i can fuck her in the cunt

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

But im still the sickest an the cunt you wish you could spit with

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

Seemingly insistent to get a piece of this cunt

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

They bringing me fish and chips

Cunt, you drink like you have gills

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

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

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

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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