This is a song about "Fuck with it"

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

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

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

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

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

And, i don't call it fuck

Bitches is artificially duck

She fuck with me, she don't fuck with beginner/

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

Back hand ya with a jackhammer, flip it, get it sick as fuck,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut