This is a song about "Fuck yall"

Niggas with these bombs that yall think yall got

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Ye yall people best believe it

I'm outta here, fuck all of y'all

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Gotta go, let her leave

Yall rapping like rookies

Yall look like chris kattan, yall prefer male butts

We vegetables, on them record labels

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

Yall better take your seats

Get blown like lawn leaves