This is a song about "Motha fucka"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

So i put my motha-fuckin' boot up yo ass!

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

I'm the nicest motha fucka to embellish the floor

You mother fucka claim you murder things

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings