This is a song about "Fuck with it"

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

What the fuck does this have to do with the lottery,i don't even play it

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

You wanna fuck with it just come at me bro

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Fuck it you can take the mic home with you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

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

Fuck with me i make ya genre red just like it got the blues

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Ill end it with a fuck you for you time