This is a song about "Fucked with me"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Fucked around and messed with the wrong stranger.

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Jeffy-d came at me, looking to slap me, fucked up wrist, didn't make me happy..

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

The day before is better than the present

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

Now let me thunder fuck your minds til you become mind fucked,

You have fucked with a west coast bay area cali kid

Because of you we are overly dedicated

I cant think about the past cause its got me fucked up,

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup