This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

How could i not blow? all i do is drop "f" bombs

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

The d-a-v-e f the mothafuckin g

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I haven't been living, surviving is appropriate to say

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast