This is a song about "Fuck yo feelings"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I don't give a fuck about feelings,

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Yo bitch say she dont fuck with

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Fuck freddy kruegar i'm yo worst nightmare

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Yo randy, fuck yo matchsticks, go suck on a cactus.

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Yo fuck all fame got a hunger ta gain

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Cuz fuck the past, yo, like we dicking marilyn monroe