This is a song about "Im fucked up on that old english"

But suicide is fucked up and there's people that will miss you/

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Crush you like a twig, dash any cunt for a cig, im sick, im fucked up, seen

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

Heat stroke midsummer you #fucked cuz you a #conductor i seduced n im on the #caboose

Back up on the old hunt,

And get caught, in the moment

But now that im surrounded by green, all i can say is fuck the old me,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

Uh. this the kind of shit that starts off on track and gets real fucked up.

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera