This is a song about "Fuck tards"

Car with no limit what

I dont even give a fuck

And, i don't call it fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Better yet they work my every nerve

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Three large carts full of tards crammed into an amusement park,

When love comes callin', don’t look away

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,