This is a song about "Fucking idiots"

Be fucking specific

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Nah but i fucking wish

But you hate them navel kisses

To fucking serious,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

And how the purpose is keeping idiots in these nations,

Im screaming to the fucking sky

She gotta hold her head up high

Youll get your fucking neck torn,

He gave 'em the platform

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow