This is a song about "Fuck papi"

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Better yet they work my every nerve

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

20 racks really thats sneaker money

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Papi you're a softy, fuck with me ima eat you like candy, taste like laffy taffy

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Thank god i found you

Amateur, you're bad as fuck.

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck