This is a song about "Fuk tard"

Extend, tard n' this centaur will append bars to your anus.

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Never ever fuk wit chu

This nation's peace sent here to run you

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

What the fuck what the fuk what

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Fuk it right here right now or even next week

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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