This is a song about "F you"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

She gotta hold her head up high

They just jealous cos im so damn f-l-y

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Believe me i've got enough rough and tough inside me to f*** you up.