This is a song about "Fuck vic"

Talking of the gods you serve

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Fuckty fuck fuck, lets rip shit up and fuck,

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Fuck your criteria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

Fuck the dea and fuck the feds

Convertibles with turbo jets

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Fuck what you say fuck what you do