This is a song about "Fuk all ya"

Dirt lines cover all ya mothers' lover

"contemplate", i wrote about her

See, i like the person that you are

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

All ready to slice ya, and throw your life in a garbage

Simply out of this world by choice

So all your girls bet a grab ya boyz

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Just standing next to ya i revealed all the skills you lack

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Must be something you want me to see