This is a song about "F her"

Got tired of running from the police

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

Gotta understand the truth. we is all king's 'round here

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

So my name is dave f and let me burst upon the scene

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes