This is a song about "Fs and ds"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And a fridge and some broccoli

4-3... yea, remember that please

And i came on her double d's

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Living young and wild and free

It was just another party