This is a song about "Fuck the slags"

The fuck are you saying?

Money ain't a thing

But memories make me say what the fuck?!

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

''still standin, still sandin'' what the fuck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I can always depend on my mama

Bumping flocka, fuck the drama

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Hmmm where should i begin

What the fuck are you thinkin

See, where i come from is hard

Fuck, meet me at the park.