This is a song about "F"

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Now i live it out

When she f***in' turns around

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.

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

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate