This is a song about "F school"

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

So why the f should i be in his

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

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

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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