This is a song about "Who the fuck"

Not so tough now bitch, who the fuck gives a fuck about all your porches and

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

You don't know who the fuck you're taking to,

Third ward general, young cash 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,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm done man i don't really give a fuck who wins me you or the next guy i

Middle finger out the window, who wanna fuck with me?

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one