This is a song about "Fuck illumanatii"

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

I'm hoping i confess

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