This is a song about "Idont fuck wit u"

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

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

No david lettermans acting a fool

Ill be doing shows, groupies tryna chant but i don't fuck wit clones they

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Fuck wit lil b heres a molotov

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Fuck wit me again i'll slice your throat behind closed curtains.

"ay yo what the fuck's wrong wit u bitch?

Man but this ain't no sign language

Our children must be taught, of africa

Cant fuck wit a broke nigga or a snitch nigga

U a little boy u still cry when ya get beat wit a belt/

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect