This is a song about "Fuck yoy"

Fuck being counterfeit

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Fuck that - and fuck you too!

If your man can't keep up wit you