This is a song about "What the fuck are those"

Those with the most thoughts are out of their minds.

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

So look at my evolution and what the fuck you are losing

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Shawty can i taste you

What the fuck do i do

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime

Off a plank, and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking

You know that love is a very serious thing

I am dazed tranna figure what the fuck you are tranna write.

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids