This is a song about "Fuck him"

Fuck the system diss him fag listen

I told him get his 9 and run

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck

Hmmm where should i begin

And i hope you told him

Lies, tangled with fiction

And chickie's never loved him

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

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

Now where the fuck is pedo bear when you need him,

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread