This is a song about "Fuck thomas"

Fuck what you say fuck what you do

And if i do go you better come through

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Spending her time with him i guess

And, i don't call it fuck

I know you're mad, but so what

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I dont even give a fuck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When you spill out hits