This is a song about "Fuck on"

I don't know what the fuck is going on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Then i'll fuck your bitch, she'd better be on the pill though.

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

So fuck all them haters hating on my my spits

They like im on level what i dont give a fuck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I will fuck your mom with strap on,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I'll fuck you up and put you on maternity leave

I’ll fuck , cut , spit on you dirty cheat for free

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby