This is a song about "Fuck trey"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

My all gold rolly or the

Fuck your criteria

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

We've gon so far astray

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son