This is a song about "Fuck with it"

Ah fuck it i'll run your ass over with a bugatti

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Fuck my job, my life and all that comes with it

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

Fuck it im just done with trying, im so tired of all your lying!

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Fuck it, forget it, im done with all of you leave me alone,

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

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

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

Fuck it you can take the mic home with you

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or