This is a song about "F u"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

First off congratulations on the win

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,