This is a song about "Fuck you bitch your a twat go die"

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Fuck you laylow your a bitch with no life

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Go home fuck you play a flute

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Right now i don’t give a fuck i just hope you die

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Go go go go fuck your assy hole eya-eya o

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry