This is a song about "F s"

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

My garage full of cars that bounce

When she f***in' turns around

Cause i fuck all her brains out

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

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

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.