This is a song about "F s"

Well, that's what you are

Bad, just like an 80's car

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

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

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

S on my chest like a superman vest

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse