This is a song about "Fuckboi a"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Influences are a dime a dozen

Magic city a lil bit of change

Like a bird without a cage

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I said i'm hurting her

I'm a pro your a minor,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Spit a poem or a diss

A church hymnal planning a pandemonium

My talent should take me places i've never been

Do you a need a donation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation