This is a song about "Fuck felo"

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

I'm hoping i confess

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When you spill out hits

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

So you finally got the nerve