This is a song about "Fuck boos"

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

They just don't give a fuck

Love will have you stuck

And, i don't call it fuck

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity