This is a song about "Who the fuck"

It’s knowin’ it’s over

But who the fuck cares sir?

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Fuxk the nines the eight next the seven i only fuck girls who look

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Who the fuck think they can stop me.

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

The fucking safety was on, now who the fuck did this

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Fuck lil wayne, and coach carter, im a baller, who goes harder than the heat and faggy lakers,