This is a song about "Fuck ing you"

Fuck what you say fuck what you do

What preceded was the clue

No fuck-ing rules gonna stand in our way of a cor-rect place,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Saturdays we young lavish-ing

Story of keeness, bore-ing these cretins with irony

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Cause when i make this stew

Us then youuu. fuck you too. i said, fuck you too.

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you