This is a song about "How fucked up i was on lean"

Your life is a product of trash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I replied "layin down" but actually i was really fucked up.

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

My brain fucked up so i put a hoodie on to cover it

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

You faggots are raged, caught you trippin on lean while i was downing

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Dreamt i fucked a bad bitch and woke up on time

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service