This is a song about "Weezy f"

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

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

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

F u are my favorite letters

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

We got money to go get baby

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

Better yet they work my every nerve

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