This is a song about "Fuck thots"

But i ain't get to see you today

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Take her back to where i live

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

On the bible you can run

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Yes sir, please confess

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