This is a song about "Jeff f"

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

"becky o m f g this is so unreal

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

When she f***in' turns around

You a young jeff bridges,

On the slow jam of love