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

Fucked up in the membrane my brain calls it rape

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

So i don't share, my past

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I've fucked up bad i think i may

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

My already fucked up life

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Nothing but another fiend, till i fucked up

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain