This is a song about "F u sonny"

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

So why the f should i be in his

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

All my love to these queens in here