This is a song about "Weezy f"

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

When she f***in' turns around

So down and out

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Better yet they work my every nerve

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

Stick up weezy wit a thumbtack straight fact,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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