This is a song about "My f"

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Never even seen an 'f' slashed on my report card.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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