This is a song about "You re a cunt"

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

I'm a cocky little cunt

This how i hear it different

You know you're a cunt

Put the purp in the blunt

Are you a cunt, sap or bastard?

The wrong drink, the right work

But the limitation has been re-illustrated, a situation,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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

Cause no matter what i wont get back up on my feet you ruined me you fucking cunt