This is a song about "Fuckin you up"

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

Im rap god you fuckin bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Of life and sick and freezing and you just wanna fuckin'...just wanna fuckin'

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I'm fuckin trouble, nothin subtle, bud i'm hennesy'd up

Then make you fuckin dumb again.

Car seats got screens in them

Fuckin phony crackers up like mike myers

I refuse to be another being on this earth