This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Who writes trash raps not knowin just who he's fuckin with"

Fuckin' punk you racist cops who shrug it off and call 'em things,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Or the way u live, like everyday is the fuckin end, (singing)

Winning me is the best thing u made but who heard

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

And she don't want to learn