This is a song about "Fuck the opps"

Almost cried right on the spot

'cause fuck the fuckin' plot,

If he fuck up the operation

Where god at? i need to call him

Boy what the fuck, not again, naah, no, not the fuck, fuck a rucus, suck a bus

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Or whatever the fuck it is

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

And i'm a just take another guess

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Singing my life with his words