This is a song about "Fuck juggalo"

And, i don't call it fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Lease on the whip

Fuck being counterfeit

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I dont even give a fuck

Car with no limit what

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Fuck your criteria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And what about the rappers