This is a song about "Fake fucks"

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

What preceded was the clue

Truth, he fucks you over boo.

Shout out my nigga miles

These ladies give me good fucks

Your bitch fucks in motion like hydraulic brakes,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

An arsenal of fucks that are incessant.

Redundant tips from contructive fucks

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

These rap skills are cunning i'm gunning at all these stupid fucks

What the fucks you’re voice’s like,

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right