This is a song about "Fucking emmalee"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Then you're fucking confused,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

From the sky , u study in fucking

Dry land , but its my fucking

And now the present got you struggling

Straight g thing, double m g thing

See, now im the fucking king

It ain't nothing though

Fucking assholes will go

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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