This is a song about "Fuck with it"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

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

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

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

A proper introduction is necessary when your shit is legendary, man

Ill end it with a fuck you for you time

Chasing money in the city of crime