This is a song about "F her"

I'm why baby mommas leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

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

When she f***in' turns around

These sb's ain't never coming out

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years