This is a song about "Party shit mixed up there"

Give up ya wrist cut ya left brain is mixed up

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

So instead of fucking up there systems more,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

I wish i grew up racially mixed without the black and white,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

But i still wanna party and get fucked up

I party so hard wake up the neighbors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Ever think why people fucking slit there wrists and shit

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Where businessmen up there saving

And my only fear's a wedding ring

There's so much hurt up there

They're tryin to say that i don't care