This is a song about "I fucked jacobs bitch"

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

Fun, sucks that i'm too tall for the tub

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

God had me sent away, i cracked and i was fucked, up,

Matter of fact jacobs ladder collapsed,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

Cause i always remember the names that i fucked,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

No one-half and i hate math

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

And i'm not kidding when i say this generation is fucked,

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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