This is a song about "Fucking cactuses"

But we dont fucking loose,

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You can't tell me shit

Be fucking specific

So in layman’s terms my words burn

When is it gonna fucking learn?

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Dry land , but its my fucking

Just caking and fucking

Money ain't a thing

But keep them cigarettes away

My flows fucking cray cray

Is there any love

To fucking serious,