This is a song about "Fuck you trey"

What the fuck were you thinking?

P-i double l in the building

I dont trust you! ayo! fuck you!

When i get to warwick avenue

Can fuck me whenever you like

Which you know i'm different, right

Fuck what you say fuck what you do

And i've been thinking bout you

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

To fuck all of you hypocrites

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity