This is a song about "F bombs"

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Set off alarms with them bombs,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

F u are my favorite letters

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

When she f***in' turns around

Never wait when we out

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets