This is a song about "F"

Where you belong with your family

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

When she f***in' turns around

The sun's always out

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

So why the f should i be in his

That shit look like it’s raks fifth