This is a song about "Fucking tom up"

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

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Like the movie the collector im fucking sum one up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

He probably tried to forget because he kept of fucking up

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Eating me up like i'm a fucking snack

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

And end up in my fucking dungeon