This is a song about "That was fucked up"

The fucked up shit that goes on in my brain

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

Ina fucked up generation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

My teenage years were fucked up,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Making them fucked up decisions

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Ina fucked up generation

Hopin' that my niggas see

How fucked up it can be,