This is a song about "My f"

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I just might throw a big amount

When she f***in' turns around

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

How could i not blow, all i do is drop f-bombs, feel my wrath of attack

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

Leaving a jaw in awe unable to f-f-f-fucking comment.