This is a song about "Don t know what fucked up"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Some niggas ain't got no luck

My teenage years were fucked up,

Trolling, trolling, that's fucked up

Car with no limit what

So i wanna see what kinda fucked up shit is in yours

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,