This is a song about "Fuck buddies"

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

I fucking hate this job

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Fuck being counterfeit

Bitch i'm the shit

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

If your man can't keep up wit you

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

If i sent my dad letters