This is a song about "Fuck bloods"

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I'm hoping i confess

Had i not been exposed to these things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

And their bloods trying make it work.

Too focused, one word