This is a song about "Uck you"

She gonna dance when that molly through

Fuck you i'll buck you you suck too

I guzzle up at the bar

Who do you think you are

You liberace's, versace's, and you nazis,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Don't fuck around and make it true

You know that i love you

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

One night love: i'mma need that

You know you wanna quit

Thinking about you, you slag

The bummer is the fact that i'm black