This is a song about "Fuck ups"

Then play you all my latest shit

Fuck being counterfeit

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness/

And constant doin' stick-ups, flip up, friends would rob grocery stores,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,