This is a song about "Fuck boi"

We hustle to survive

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

I'm coming home with you

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut