This is a song about "Fuck of"

What the fuck kind of name is that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Fuck this diagnosis of psychosis and neurosis

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Fuck life i’m out of rap city

But fuck it im so rich ill buy a team of nerds

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

To fuck all of you hypocrites

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

And i don't fuck around with too much of ya'lls shit

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket