This is a song about "F"

So my name is dave f and let me burst upon the scene

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

F u are my favorite letters

Penncounting pennys over tha years

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men