This is a song about "Fuck cunt shit"

But now im on that fuck shit

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

And i don't fuck around with too much of ya'lls shit

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

Man fuck this shit; yo, i'm goin' the fuck home

I woulda done anything for my own

That regs shit, i don't fuck around with, fuck those mids, only puff the loud shit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit