This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

Flexin on these haters, f-flexin on these haters,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Just another wannabe sucker waiting to get snuffed

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice