This is a song about "Fuck this"

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Blow this game the fuck up like dynamite,

When my competition ain't much

Munch. this is lunch, fuck a mallet, punch,

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Fuck rap i'm sick of this!

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Tryna fuck this, no success

Feelin like fuck this, rappin this sus shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fuck this i'm going to get stoned

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

So fuck this shit i'm battling again

I mean the game been dry

I can't fuck a bitch this high