This is a song about "Little f"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

In the lambo looking like a fly

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Im gonna ration these f bombs heres a serving of fuck you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue