This is a song about "Fucking niggers"

Fucking nonexistent as my fucking competition

They all see my life from a childish position

It's all good, finna dog that

Be fucking specific

Time fucking froze, death is just another fucking foe

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Fucking painting picture

Pour out some liquor

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

On this fucking world may be the fucking underworld

Back like i never ever left in the first