This is a song about "Love alpw rkqw f wek pqwk gwjq wkqwpqw"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

As my record label nitpicks at this

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

Like being garbage some type of disease

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

So if it comes down, may the best man win

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

I must go like fly route

When she f***in' turns around

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

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made