This is a song about "Fucking idiots"

Then kill his manager

Fucking painting picture

Don't want to be the king

And blast you with his fucking

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Fucking idiots, you say crap to people with different faith

Fuck you if you feelin' different

We are on the fucking cusp

Dry land , but its my fucking

Hoping that he's listening

Ill end this idiots words by leaving a knife in his throat.

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Idiots tryna get intimate, doesn't matter who they did it with.

And laugh at these idiots walking around

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out