This is a song about "Weezy f"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

You were wrong and have no f*cking invitation,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

So why the f should i be in his

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses