This is a song about "Fuck ya"

Chicken clown emcees,what the fuck ya braggin about

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

She gonna dance when that molly through

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Now fuck what ya sayy - dawg wheres the ladies

But do ya know what fuck ya!

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

So fuck ya, fuck my dick, you can fuckin ride fuckin me in this mathematical bitch!

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

What the fuck makes you think i'll be coming to a stop with ya warning shot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop