This is a song about "Fucking cactuses"

I was born to do the damn thing

Just caking and fucking

I'll scream my fucking head off

Speed up, patience, please cause

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Fucking maggot fucking a faggot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Then you're fucking confused,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Dry land , but its my fucking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Fucking the real bitch, rhianna? beyonce? am i gay, fucking eminem?

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from