This is a song about "That was fucked up"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

My already fucked up life

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Me on the streets to pimp me/ how fucked up is that to imprint

I was all caught up in that bullshit and was never conspicuous

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Ina fucked up generation

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

Pour amaretto and get fucked up,

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

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (huh?)

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla