This is a song about "Fuck you up"

I'll fuck you up and i'll shoot your dick off,

Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause

Bitch ill fuck you up; call your body guards.

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

You know the story, fuck questions, i grew up different ways,

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

They like talking, its like gossip

Fuck you, blunt stuck to my face like make up,

Call it cliche when i fuck you up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

But i have enough hearts to fuck you up in the head.

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Fuck you niggas up, like who i be with?

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses