This is a song about "Shit fucking"

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Fucking the shit out of this game

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

All this mother fucking shit i'm saying but i'm already winning

You haven't flowered loco

That shit is fucking sick tho

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Because shit doesn't fucking matter, i'm telling you

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

But imma talk shit, for the rest of this fucking verse

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers