This is a song about "Screw"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Like screw you for trying to doubt me again

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

Perpetual head of this spittin'thing he'll screw yo terra

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

Im a screw up i just screw just so that im screwing

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

That's why i'm makin' money

They said i was a loose screw who'd be/