This is a song about "Fix you"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

I fix the hem of my shirt, i guess now we're curt since you love to subvert,

You do realize that your make up will not fix your stupidity.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

To fix what i did to you

And all the shit you went through

But you know me , all i do is get my fix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

I cant fix i cant glue it

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i gotta get my fix

Ibuprofen to fix the implosion but now you have a demotion instead of a promotion,

Ukrainian giving dome top craniumass shot jeans like she painted themt-raw niggas try to favor him