This is a song about "Fuck u logan terrel"

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Fuck u, u don't get a sign of prevalence

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

You got nothing on me so fuck off because imma put u on your knee

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race