This is a song about "Fuck these guys"

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Well fuck you guys and you haters to cause all you are,

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Man, i fuck up these waters just like oil spills.

But this ain't physics or rocket science

And fuck all these sticky situations that i'm getting in

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

My name, in the game, for some reason these westfest guys sound the same.

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

I'm amused when they try, i stay confusing these guys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Fuck these attackers cos i duck hazards

Talking about the god you serve