This is a song about "Fuck it"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!

It was always about the props, but just fuck it

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Raised by a momma who, who

Fuck it, still slaughtered you..

Hmmm where should i begin

In fact it was fuck him

Just screaming fuck it i made it

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

How the fuck did they do it,