This is a song about "Mother fucking gangsters"

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

But i'm still living life dead mother-fucking broke

I a'nt going eny time soon from dusk till dawn tell mother fucking noon,

She gott no its either work or in the city where they judge a coon

A'int nobody like your mother fucking bitch ass,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I'm alive holy jesus mother of a killer i'm fucking alive

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

He is just standing there as i fuck his mother-fucking heir

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair