This is a song about "F dog"

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

This crap is just soft as dough, dog

Man i spit that pimp talk

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

Im still the slum dog, millionaire

Chip, check it out

When she f***in' turns around

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

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

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y