This is a song about "The fuck are those"

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Those guys who were fucking the hottest girls are guys who girls now fucking despise,

And if all of those teachings the preacher said are true

Ya family will be missin you, theres a kiss for you

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

There are people in the worst, those who don't give a damn

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

I rose from the ashes just to bring tragedy,to those who believe my lyrics are

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

And given to those who are blind, teaching them the well timed purpose of fame.