This is a song about "Fuck boi"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

After lebron, i'm what's next

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

He lying i’m on papers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill