This is a song about "Fuck you up bitch"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

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

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Fuck you, bitch, imagine me bitch, i had feed myself with tree mosses

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

They like talking, its like gossip

Call it cliche when i fuck you up

Fuck it bitch, i'm done with you.

I'm after you bringing traffic through