This is a song about "F bombs"

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

F u are my favorite letters

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

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

No not kanye but i drop the bombs

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Immediately with these bombs i'm totin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And i like my window tinted out

When she f***in' turns around

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

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

How could i not blow? all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad