This is a song about "I fucked up my past"

I've fucked up bad i think i may

She say all men treat her wrong way

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

But i still wanna party and get fucked up

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

So i don't share, my past

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Are looming up above me 'cuz i have such a dark past,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Turned my back to the past, gotten up

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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