This is a song about "Fucking niggas up"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

Got these niggas running like the mutha fucking lions coming

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

Imma be all i can be, you niggas washed up

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

So she kisses the stars

Bringing up fucking ro-bots