This is a song about "Fuck felicity"

Fuck being counterfeit

I'm on my own shit

Soon as the stooly sings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I know you're mad, but so what

And, i don't call it fuck

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,