This is a song about "F 14"

When she f***in' turns around

I just might throw a big amount

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

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

F u are my favorite letters

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

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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