This is a song about "Fuk you"

Swear i'm trying to get through

Girl you know i want you

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

How beautiful are thou, africa

I'm a son of gun

You always thought you won

Cause when i make this stew

You think i'm lying to you

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Nobody cares about you except you

My home girl told me i got an issue

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

You saying you want coffee

I'mma live and die in cali