This is a song about "Jeff f"

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb