This is a song about "Fuck vicky"

And, i don't call it fuck

Well, um, there's a but

And i'mma keep ya fresh

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

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Fuck being counterfeit

That real life shit

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Then some lady named billie holiday

Bring the battering ram where you live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches