This is a song about "Fuck grade 7"

I couldnt give a flying fuck

I thought it'd get better but

What the fuck happened to me?

Hopin' that my niggas see

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Wanna do more then just fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

That's boa, see that's my set

Fuck that just gimme my check,

I dont even give a fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

I don't care about your grade,

Im still here but i can't skate

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

We dont fuck with generic