This is a song about "Im coming f"

I love you though i'll still fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Blurring your vision, try to stay tuned cuz im coming with precision

Only chicken heads chicken out

When she f***in' turns around

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

That's when you know you doing shit

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back