This is a song about "How fucked up life can be"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I'll be the scapegoat; yeah, bitch, i fucked up the whole nation

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Thats how life can turn and bite you,

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

This is like riding through the city

Don't be tame or you'll get fucked up worse than hussein

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

How can i be wrong so correctly

Let me rideuntil i get free

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Notice how none of my lines need rhymes because of my fucked up mind,