This is a song about "Giving a fuck"

But im not fucking around, im giving the beat a pound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Y’all giving thugs some guidance, it’s a sharp mentality,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Not giving a fuck what the haters say

Cheating, sleeping, its giving me a reason, beating, someone up.

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck