This is a song about "Your a twat"

You should spend the night

Your a faggot fuckin dyke

I'm a pro your a minor,

My records sell, yes sir

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Pop a bullet in your chest,

Hold up yea we the best

Because your a sick bastard

They call me say, word

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Im a lyrical juggernaut, and your just a fucking twat,i could get you jumped for free

Laylow your a fail, your flows stale,

And why the hell am i locked in jail

Your lines, better see a physician,

We pray while we prey on competition