This is a song about "Beaten up"

I am some kind of beaten up kid

I'm doing shit i never might of did

Im going off the beaten path

Know it good when she go no hands

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but i'm beaten up,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

When we fuck she say

And death, beaten will decay

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Piling r.i.p"another of cheekos beaten rappers"

Everytime you come around

I've been beaten to the ground

You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues