This is a song about "Fuck chedda"

Say you don’t do what

And, i don't call it fuck

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck being counterfeit

That real life shit

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The richest place on earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup