This is a song about "Fuk arf"

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Never ever fuk wit chu

Then i gotta say peace to you

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

So calm and so sound, u rap battle kats might aswell say fuk it/

How the fuk could they have a chance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Love will have you stuck

What the fuck what the fuk what

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby