This is a song about "You re a cunt"

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Now this shit is turning to a habit

And some cunt will turn around and see you in it,

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Stupid ho just kept going. i told you don't speak just shush cunt

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

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

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for