This is a song about "Fucking hosties"

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Time fucking froze, death is just another fucking foe

I'll scream my fucking head off

And i can't help but stare, cause

Only fucking geniuses drowning

And getting money is the song i sing

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

You fucking bitch, go suck your brothers dick, fucking prick.

Then you're fucking confused,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop