This is a song about "I dont f with you"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

So i dont need any management with it

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Pushing in my mama van

You dont know who i am

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

Don't fuck around and make it true

So you dont live with parents that hate you

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,