This is a song about "F 14"

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

I be ballin, they wonder why

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

We don't care if niggas locked out

When she f***in' turns around

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

So why the f should i be in his

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches