This is a song about "A fucked up life"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

They playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

My head needs a shampoo so fucked up it is

We gotta get back to what really matters

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

My teenage years were fucked up,

She was the queen of the club