This is a song about "F s"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

When she f***in' turns around

Chip, check it out

S on my chest like a superman vest

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

S queezys very bold

I mean of course just the same old

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

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

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys