This is a song about "Fuck jon"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Westside, bitch i run mine

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

Ye just fuck life altogether, fuck life altogether

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day