This is a song about "Fock you"

At your best you might

You know i love you right,

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Baby you know i love you

Nobody cares about you except you

The boa know they loving the crew

You think i'm lying to you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

No thank you, just fuck you,

Cause when i make this stew

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Thinking about you, you slag

Whether you wrong or you right

I can smell it when i go outside

I shocked you now you numb

Something wicked this way come