This is a song about "F ur self"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

For that paper, i'mma grind

From ur head n' ur mind,

When she f***in' turns around

Fuck you, i'm out

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

So why the f should i be in his

I'm a magician so please focus

Relying only on self

So hold back ya tears