This is a song about "Fuck vic"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I know you're mad, but so what

I will not give a fuck

That's why she ignore my flowers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

Fuck with them you fuck with swine

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck what you say fuck what you do

Mama ain't raise no fool, true