This is a song about "That was fucked up"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Every fucked up thought that pops in my brain

My teenage years were fucked up,

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

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

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Trolling, trolling, that's fucked up

Say what you wanna but

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

His girl? yeah i fucked her, bust a nut up in that cum dumpster