This is a song about "Motherfucking motherfucker motherfucking fucking motherfucker fuckin motherfuckin motherfuckin motherucker what a beach"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Kid, of a soccer mom, doesn't know why i'm called motherfucker

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

That fuckin all these motherfuckin fuckin people know about me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

'cuz i can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

'cuz i can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds