This is a song about "Fuck thomas"

Don't fuck around and make it true

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

And, i don't call it fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Ha i don't give a fuck

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

I don't know why i'm even on this track

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That going through some things