This is a song about "Fuck churches"

Fuck being counterfeit

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

They giving pounds and that before get the money

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

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

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut