This is a song about "Fuck all of this"

You know what fuck this song lets all smile.

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

This bag is from seattle

Fuck the rules of this battle,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

To stop all of this brutality.

I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Fuck this diagnosis of psychosis and neurosis

After lebron, i'm what's next

All of this is just nonsense

Is all i hear, queer, the fuck is this? we'll #hiss

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis