This is a song about "Fuck of"

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

And when i start to rise

Fuck the "story of your life"

Fuck your definition of fame, i bring greatness,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

But instead of getting hi as fuck

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Fuck, fuck, fuck. out of luck, i'm stuck. shit, shit, shit. i quit, a bit lit.

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all

Baby, let me give you a call