This is a song about "Fuck your love letters"

Talking about the god you serve

Post cards and my letters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

F u are my favorite letters

Tried perfecting my letters n

Vijay singh and all of them

I don't fuck with that same love shit

We never tattle, let god handle that

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Fuck your criteria

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.