This is a song about "F u sonny"

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

I'm everything that they call nice

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

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

When she f***in' turns around

Walking on the ground

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

Thuggin' till the day i die

Low income no bills getting paid

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