This is a song about "I m messed up i guess"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I guess it's up to me to take out the trash

I be on some other shit

I messed up i guess, i will admit

Better yet they work my every nerve

At 16 years old,i`m bettter than these haters

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Celebrate the very day that i get past

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

I'd rather do business than pleasure

Shit, i also messed up your conjecture