This is a song about "With a shirt saying fuck the world"

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

What the fuck am i saying? i don't wanna talk about it,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

I no longer give a fuck, i'm saying fuck my reputation

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

The world is a mest up place, with anger and hate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Straight g thing, double m g thing

The fuck are you saying?

Leading the world with a flock of doves

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love