This is a song about "Fuk u"

U hating ass nigga u a fucking jew

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

U say u fuck with me i dont fuck u

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Mad some mistakes by voting u

When i get to warwick avenue

She was the queen of the club

What the fuck what the fuk what

How the fuk could they have a chance

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And if i do go you better come through

Yo i ain't gonna dies u or else i'll miss u

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Never ever fuk wit chu

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you