This is a song about "F k"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

F u are my favorite letters

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

So why the f should i be in his

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill