This is a song about "F ck"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

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

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice