This is a song about "Fs and ds"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning

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

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass