This is a song about "Fuck you in the ytshidd"

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

You troubled boy,your keep getting pushed in the lockers little gay boy,skinny as fuck

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

I'm hidin' in the shadows just to freak you the fuck out

Dmv so we used to the waiting

The fuck are you saying?

Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Yellin at my father in front of the church sayin fuck you and the kindergarten priest fucker,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Get the fuck off my case, why are you wannabe rappers in my face

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on too,