This is a song about "Fucked yours on"

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Smokin on my haze, my future is big but yours in a maze.

And your brain you better be using yours,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

But don't fall asleep

Yours smells weak, and looks cheap

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Keeping shit mellow like a kid fucked on ritalin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think