This is a song about "Fuck you codie hale"

Fuck it, still slaughtered you..

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

And all women who had light features, see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Well fuck you, but not literally

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Fuck rhyming why battle rap you?

Why we gotta argue

"what the fuck? this is fucking sick, bitch, fuck you,"

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

You don't wanna fuck with me/

If you ain't about money

What the fuck you gon say?

Oh, why do i live this way