This is a song about "Spitting f"

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Spitting venomous acidity

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

That's another topic, we should start a project

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

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow

Now that's six cops found on that ground

When she f***in' turns around

Spitting verses like im spitting curses

I swear ri got a hit with this

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

So why the f should i be in his