This is a song about "Fuck mon"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

That's why she ignore my flowers

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

And i'm a just take another guess

I'mma live and die in cali

Fuck your fucken sex fuck your candy

Ha i don't give a fuck

I thought it'd get better but

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this