This is a song about "Fuck pulaski"

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When you spill out hits

Fuck being counterfeit

No car key and i mean that

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

And all the shit you went through

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ha i don't give a fuck

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