This is a song about "F mil"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

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

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

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

F u are my favorite letters

Talking of the gods you serve

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real