This is a song about "I m a fuck up"

F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I couldnt give a fuck, if anybody thinks i cant live it up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Call it cliche when i fuck you up

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I"m the designated driver

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

21 years of age, being strapped with a m-4