This is a song about "Look fuck you"

But if you look into poetry

Third ward general, young cash money

You look my way i look away

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

She gonna dance when that molly through

I used to look up to you

They got you trapped, you're better off gettin shot upi'm convinced self-defense is the way

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

Look here mr. kappa don't fuck with me i'll slice you like a banana with this chopper

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And i must look in disgust at how we cant even adjust, fuck,

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck