This is a song about "Fuck boos"

I say im hot as fuck

Bitches is artificially duck

I thought it'd get better but

And, i don't call it fuck

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Whole time, a little more girls

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

I wish the shit you spit was real so i could've heard the boos

If you wanted a date, don't come

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune