This is a song about "Fuck yea"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And yea i like to fuck i got a fucking problem (repeat three times)

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Its dvine its dvine yea you know it yea you know it

Yea my rhymes still are whack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Im happier when high and drunk

I'm different yea i'm different

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

(slow ) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

Yea, yea im kinda broken, you might be too

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

(slow) i want my pay check on saturdays tech yea yea check

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Get yours; you know what this about

Yea checked that body out!