This is a song about "Fuk you"

You thirsty, you famished

I'm like a crack addict

You saying you want coffee

Smoking on a marley

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

South beach fountain blue

You think i'm lying to you

What the fuck what the fuk what

Attention is a must

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Blasting out some backyard

You think you are all smart,

And all the shit you went through

See you, touch you, hear you