This is a song about "We fucking or no"

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

We magnetizing the ghetto

I'm no fucking van goe,

I don't want no fucking crown

I looked at him, told him sit down

We are on the fucking cusp

Im happier when high and drunk

Yeah, look here i pay dues

But we dont fucking loose,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

We will run this fucking region

No they're fucking not, bitch/

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!