This is a song about "Fuck illumanatii"

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fuck your criteria

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

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

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

I was gonna write you a poem today

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,