This is a song about "Fucking up alek"

Like the movie the collector im fucking sum one up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Roughen up her fucking cunt and whisper,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Were amongst demigods fucking up your entourage

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Cuase if i hit em up then we fucking ain't no fronting

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

He probably tried to forget because he kept of fucking up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Ain't a fucking party until someone throws up