This is a song about "Not giving a f k"

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

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

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

I will not stop rapping till haters are on there knees giving me a crown

I'm not battling i'm giving u a chit

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back