This is a song about "F ck"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

F u are my favorite letters

Better yet they work my every nerve