This is a song about "Fuckin thots"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

It always fuckin sucks i wanna thank you for the fuckin laughs

I stay cheesin mickey fuckin minney

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Get the fuckin ra after your

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Niggas die over shoes

Where is the muthin fuckin booze

You fuckin dictators

Talking about the god you serve