This is a song about "F dog"

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

These dog bitches hungry

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

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

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

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

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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