This is a song about "Fuck around"

She probably had a reason though

You fuck around and get killed hoe

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Might fuck around, throw a grenade

Fuck yo bankroll nigga around me you aint neva safe

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Running around the streets screaming fuck the police

You fuck around wit a real savage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers

Don't fuck around and forget that

Top dropped down, black on black

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Don't fuck around and it hurt but that's reality it's true