This is a song about "Fucking tom up"

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander

Sticking like a squatter, fucking up our roster

And whenever i'm sober i'm wishing i wasn't fucking up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Then change my fucking mind whenever i go belly up

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

"what you want out of life its all up to fucking you"

Bringing up fucking ro-bots

Jt: fuck each others moms

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

You need to wake up to much fucking make up

She ain't picking up strangers from the road, fucking up,

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck