This is a song about "Fuck tards"

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Ha i don't give a fuck

Car with no limit what

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

And, i don't call it fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Fuck being counterfeit

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit