This is a song about "F 14"

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

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

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

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

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

F u are my favorite letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks