This is a song about "Fucking taylor"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Fucking the real bitch, rhianna? beyonce? am i gay, fucking eminem?

Then you're fucking confused,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I guess i'd even settle for just taylor

Folarin, the muse of the hater

And blast you with his fucking

Money ain't a thing

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,

Be fucking specific

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Fucking assholes will go

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards