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

Every morning that i wake up im looking on face book

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

So don't try and say i'm the one that fucked up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

I guess that i fucked up, we didn't fuck but

On they car note to go to the club

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I been i feeling like, i'm back up on my old shit crazy

Dreamt i fucked a bad bitch and woke up on time

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry