This is a song about "Fuck him"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

Lies, tangled with fiction

In fact it was fuck him

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

I started crying and freaking out at him, fuck you i said

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

But it wasnt worth it cause now im gettin stared down by guys who wanna fuck my buns,

Hmmm where should i begin

And i hope you told him