This is a song about "Dumb fuckers"

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

Trying to stop us fuckers, you may try

But far from dumb nigga,

My all gold rolly or the

I call em up, they might fall through

Mother fuckers what you do,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

You mother fuckers could pitch utter wonders,

Now hey little mama

Narrow minded fuckers and a

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose