This is a song about "F ur self"

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

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

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

Texting my mama current self

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

My new flow bought hublots below zero

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