This is a song about "Fuck urself"

Fuck your criteria

Oh, mama got a visa

And the v12, that's on various trips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

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

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Fuck being counterfeit

I know some rn's that still strip

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings