This is a song about "Goddamn it motherf ker"

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Wastin all my goddamn breath

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

If you ever feel alone and

Then put a stamp on a goddamn tramp

A working genius, a work of art

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I'm h.a.m, so much i make the throne go "goddamn"/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

You are a goddamn idiot you nigga

Whoever said time is money, told a goddamn lie

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will