This is a song about "Fs and ds"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

While y'all just a bunch a fags sucking on d's

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Need a bitch to backtrack she failin double d's

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

So dunn stay silent

Grab the scissors and saws and

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Money ain't a thing