This is a song about "Who u fuckin"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Fuckin shit, anybody who comes at me can suck my tiny dick

Girl like u mess with boy who earn...

So in layman’s terms my words burn

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

I probably shoot perfect but i don't even aim, who could u blame.

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

After he just got out, 15 years to count

I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

I'm a nutcase, a closed case, who is still fuckin' insane,

Smack any fuckin’ bitch who try to use their teeth

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories