This is a song about "My fucked up childhood"

You fucked up my heart in every single way,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

My childhood didn't mean much, only raising green up

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

So the spaces you find, fucked up as my mind is bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

Notice how none of my lines need rhymes because of my fucked up mind,

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Hop in and let me test drive

My already fucked up life

And not deprive me of my childhood,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

Morty let me use the maybach back in may