This is a song about "Fucking bitche"

Just caking and fucking

Let my angel sing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

And blast you with his fucking

Yeah i fucking do it

You know, work that

Time fucking froze, death is just another fucking foe

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

Only fucking geniuses drowning

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

Will have you fucking leaning ho, cause even fucking goonies know

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit