This is a song about "Fuck them"

You reflect in this heart of mine

Fuck them peace makers on a fuckin line

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Fuck a fake baller, i can clean them with holy water

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I don't fuck with emotions, guard them like a sentinel

But nah fuck that they was never then when i needed them

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Got them drug connects, but i don't ever fuck with weight

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

I let her fuck the homies while i blow them trees

People who agreed with you fuck them all,

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

We must, be the flyest of southerner men