This is a song about "Fs and ds"

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Glasses, go back to stripping for guys with slim d's!

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Need a bitch to backtrack she failin double d's

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees