This is a song about "Fuck flaps"

Let me work that, know i'm nasty

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I know you're mad, but so what

Ha i don't give a fuck

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters