This is a song about "Fuck algebra"

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I dont even give a fuck

Who knows what the

Fuck your criteria

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Well, um, there's a but

I say im hot as fuck

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters