This is a song about "Fucking shit up"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

All the bitches know my name

Fucking the shit out of this game

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cant do this shit, im too fucking talented

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Because shit doesn't fucking matter, i'm telling you

Cause i'm the shit, burp, and piss that's fucking up you nerds again

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

You need to wake up to much fucking make up