This is a song about "Fucked up mind"

Yea hears to the fucked up teens

And she throws up whatever she eats

Notice how none of my lines need rhymes because of my fucked up mind,

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But shit fucked up and got tricky

But am i less holy

How fucked up it can be,

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Lights will flash, cars will crash

My thoughts are scrambling my mind is fucked it needs dismantling

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something