This is a song about "I fuck with you"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I don't give a fuck whether or not you hang with thugs

This is like riding through the city

You don't wanna fuck with me/

I don't fuck with that lsd/

Let me rideuntil i get free

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Fuck with me you'll be forced to watch as i tore you into squat,

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

Wants to fuck with cause if so, you better lay low cause i spit fire with desire

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

That's your place i made you to fuck with them

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Fuck a knife, i split you in two with a spoon