This is a song about "Fucked you up"

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

But suicide is fucked up and there's people that will miss you/

Just put your hand on the glass

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah, you all say damn 218s a fucked up guy, i say im sorry im so high,

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

If you escaped what i've escaped, you'd be in paris getting fucked up too

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you