This is a song about "Fuck ups"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Pack that shit up put in baggies, wholesale drugs fedex and ups

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

Ups and downs of my life, it used to be the lights out,

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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