This is a song about "F girl"

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

No more, we caked out

When she f***in' turns around

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Talking about the god you serve

F u are my favorite letters

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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