This is a song about "Motha fucka"

Dash and blast faster than that mutha fucka sonic dude

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

But we still gon' need a doctor cause this motha fucka killed it.

So fucka get out there with some makings to show

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Ok, you smoke weed. like every other fucka here, it's basic.

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint