This is a song about "Messed up childhood"

Once you've messed up you can't go back, made a target,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A childhood being depressed,

I messed around and got addicted

You should be cautious, kid

For the most messed up shit youve ever seen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

He couldn't shake the fact that he messed up

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

However ima destroy them, leave them toyed and messed with

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I messed up i guess, i will admit

Or you can do better on some hate shit