This is a song about "F ck"

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

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

So why the f should i be in his

Better yet they work my every nerve

F u are my favorite letters

Malia family, we the family

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Chip, check it out

When she f***in' turns around

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake