This is a song about "Monther fuckers"

You muther fuckers smell like a dead rose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Clever mother fuckers, with satellites that hover,

I'm making these fuckers know what i got out of life/

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

But nobody cares about ém, son bow down now, fuckers, ether nigga

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

A legend have to bow, africa

Narrow minded fuckers and a

A hundred fuckers are nothing. not me, believe in the rest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers