This is a song about "Fuck the feds"

The feds got- their heads chopped,

See, and now life seem hard

I'm duckin' the feds, touchin' the bread, and hopefully, faithfully,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The feds don't even care if im alive or resting peacefully

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread