This is a song about "F k"

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

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

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

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

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

So why the f should i be in his

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

We can make more, make babies

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

In police k-9 units, barking mad, 'till they see i'm ill,