This is a song about "Fuckin people up"

That fuckin all these motherfuckin fuckin people know about me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

My rhymes eat up your lines like a fuckin pop tart

Come up to your peep hole, leave you fuckin' smelly nigga,

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom fuckin come//

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

I hate how people bring up your past/

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Yeah and growing up i always loved music but people

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material