This is a song about "If fuck your mum"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

So if you didn't how i fuck ya bitch well your screwded tough luck ya bitch

I'll penetrate your mum with a rolling pin

And i love your mind and ambition

I dont give a fuck if your a thug an use clips with slugs.

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fuck your criteria

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Fuck cops, fuck teachers wondering if i've hit maturity

Fuck friends (as if they are)

I know i've came so far

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Dog i swear if you respond, i'ma fuck your ass and rip it

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit