This is a song about "F 14"

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

She gotta hold her head up high

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate