This is a song about "Fuck yall"

You, you, you have to pay for that

Ye yall people best believe it

Please put that in your notes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

And you all will respect that

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Y'all similes is literal shit

Ye yall people best believe it

Forget yall ima do me everyday yall cant touch me

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all