This is a song about "Fuck this"

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Fuck this diagnosis of psychosis and neurosis

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

Fuck you know this song might

I got plans tonight

So it's nothing to finish

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

Man fuck this shit; yo, i'm goin' the fuck home

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

I swear to fuck now this, is, it!

The dead society of a poet

Fuck you, this is the last time

Baby you so fine