This is a song about "Fck it"

Im in it to win it. i did it. i killed it.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

10th grade, eyes red as shit

She says it, you do it

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Ripping it, spitting some venom up in it

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Just screaming fuck it i made it

And i mean it (and i mean it)

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Girl had it all, he didn't deserve it