This is a song about "Fuck crafter"

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

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

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Want to let you know i love you