This is a song about "F"

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

And i know - there'll never be peace

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Cause i fuck all her brains out

When she f***in' turns around

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

So why the f should i be in his