This is a song about "Fuck your click"

The things they say went a little too far

To click respond to your master carl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Soon as the stooly sings

On trial for possession of some chronic

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Whats on... pshhh... [click] pshhh... [click] ... oh "shh it's a marathon",

First off congratulations on the win

Position, fuck your permission

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

Well shut the fuck up. put your penis between your legs and cluck oh wait fuck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck