This is a song about "Being fucked up in the head"

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

These words that swirl up in my head

Yea hears to the fucked up teens

Everything ain't what it seems

Because we're dirty and fucked in the head,

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

The ear worms in my head,

My god come before this bread

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,