This is a song about "Wannabe appropriate f"

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

You write a rap dissing me then it's graded with an f

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

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

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

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

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

F u are my favorite letters

Better yet they work my every nerve

So down and out

When she f***in' turns around

Five shots she ready to leave

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate