This is a song about "Fuck on"

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Fuck im so auspicious, tynna make mischief, come up on the mic

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Preferably on the train crossing line, fuck you

Back the fuck up, i'm on a rampage like jackson

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

On the phone, fuck im feelin dizzy, rippin out the cord

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Fuck that u would die on the spot no propper oxygen

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Im on a higher level, fuck a trick in the basement

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

That's the window into the sky