This is a song about "F u sonny"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

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

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

She dont have a problem with, with

So why the f should i be in his

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes