This is a song about "Fcuked up shit"

Readin the news you see some fucked up shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Shit, c'mon man, shit ain't addin' up right

Three times cause fate had my side

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

I wasn’t broke growing up but let a real lyricist start shit,

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

Potent shit getting lit up in the cockpit

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.