This is a song about "What the f"

But i just can't stand how f***** up the whole world is

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

The fakes just wondering what.

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

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

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

When she f***in' turns around

Chip, check it out

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

And all my childhood memories

Just bodied versace, they not me so f them

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again