This is a song about "Jeff f"

And i could see you coming home after work late

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

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

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

F u are my favorite letters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections