This is a song about "Fuck yoouuu"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When you spill out hits

Fuck being counterfeit

Y'all ain't doing shit

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

And i'mma keep ya fresh

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,