This is a song about "F ur self"

The sun gives light cause it is the window

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

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

You see now that nigga lonely

Cause i’m back on my grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

I'm why baby mamas leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,