This is a song about "Mein f"

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

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

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

Be careful and get ready to f*ckin cry

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Got tired of running from the police

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth