This is a song about "Fuck kyle"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fuck your criteria

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

Fuck your prison, fuck your life