This is a song about "Idont fuck wit u"

U fell in love with my lyrics, they just fuked u n burst! wit no rubber

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

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Fuck around wit my niggas, we give you some stitch.

Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

Fuck any nigga ain't wit' it, i can't get off my mission

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Fuck you fuck u off and move to the next lad