This is a song about "Fuck your pity"

Fuck your criteria

Yeah, one time for the

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Ma want me to go find a wife

Yeah we pity few in a city queue

The boa know they loving the crew

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

For the occasion, paper planes

Just to fuck with your brains

But more importantly taught me to pray

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,