This is a song about "Fuck them"

Fuck them niggas though, i'm a rebel in the living flesh

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Flow so good, fuck them critics

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

But i could give a fuck, bout the shit them lames talk

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

The you should look up in the stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

My raps can fuck you up while i'm spitting them for buck.

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Im still up in they mouth, fuck them and they life