This is a song about "F is for forts"

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Go! you free to go about your business

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

I just might throw a big amount

When she f***in' turns around

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again