This is a song about "Fuck shit up"

With g's in my pocket

You fuck around and get smoke shit

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Shit sun never came up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

You, you, you have to pay for that

I don't fuck with that same love shit

Like a shit motor, being a dumb fuck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Fuck that shit aint so dope

Wardrobe from round the globe

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

You're the don, go up to carlcee and tell him shit, see if he doesn't fuck