This is a song about "F u will"

Like will after the double-u i was born ill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

U will die automatically if u heard that a check has been stole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

But come on, i hope u soon will understand its enough.

Medusa head will turn u into stone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

My metaphors, will surprise u like free credit score

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

N u will see it like a bicker

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Ma bars will knock u in the floor and leave u unconscious/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz