This is a song about "F"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,