This is a song about "A fucked up life"

What a fucked up bastard he walks the streets backwards,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

Chorus: better life, better life, grow up and find yourself a wife,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My already fucked up life

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Only a matter of time before we get fucked up,

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Yeah, you all say damn 218s a fucked up guy, i say im sorry im so high,