This is a song about "Run you mouth you get fucked up"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Still you get ten strikes if it's fucked up, controllin',

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

So you better run before you get shot by a gun

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

I'll tell you something i'm sure of, i'm fucked up,

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

You the type to run your mouth then run from me

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free