This is a song about "Fucking cathy"

But we dont fucking loose,

Zero options to choose

Hey, must be the money

But you dont fucking see

Round my motherfuckin way

My flows fucking cray cray

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

See, now im the fucking king

I was born to do the damn thing

Be fucking specific

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip

So in layman’s terms my words burn

When is it gonna fucking learn?

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian