This is a song about "Fucking ya"

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Ya the fucking bitch sucked on my dick

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Physique is fucking sleek, i make ya fucking knees go weak.theybefore i die,

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

You nearly pissed ya pants as ya extended ya hand,

Talk about me ill fucking stab ya with used knife

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Bullets coming at ya fucking head like ya mental

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Except the motherfucker who challenged ya

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Is that all you got for loving is ya family for fucking