This is a song about "F u"

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

So down and out

When she f***in' turns around

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

F u are my favorite letters

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night