This is a song about "Cunt fuck shit"

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fuck a troll tht wanna start shit up

She was the queen of the club

So talk all the shit you want i don’t give a fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I don't fuck with that same love shit

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

And bijies like im out and

You know you're a cunt

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit