This is a song about "Fuk all you"

It all makes sense you see?

They say nothings ever free

Til you can't stand at all

I don’t do nothing but ball

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Used to find dope in his coat

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

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

What the fuck what the fuk what

And i've been thinking bout you

Never ever fuk wit chu

You hate rappad and you dissed us all!

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall