This is a song about "Il fuck you up"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Pretend you put the porno on mute, and shut the fuck up

My nigga for life though

So you cant fuck up the cash flow

Grow the fuck up you immature parents

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

When you fuck up there is a reason dont blame your wife

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Fuck with my homies we'll fuck all you guys up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

You all fuck me up, don't you understand it hurts?

I'll fuck you up and put you on maternity leave

And danced around the house in all-over print panties