This is a song about "Johnny vasquez is a f boy"

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

When i was just a boy