This is a song about "How to smile fucking bitch mother fucker"

I wish a mother fucker would try me,

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

So much for a fucking structure, killed him in a grill mother fucker

Cause that's when the mother fucker chose to leave

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker

Yeah, napoleanpicture me sipping on 1-5-1drunk then a motherfucker

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

This mother fucker must be some gutter revolver

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Will somebody please show me how

That mother-fucker has given up now

Lying ass mother fucker!

So we'll just suffer