This is a song about "Try to fuck though"

The more i try to build my rep, the more i seem to fuck it up.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Hard to swallow, pills so crushed though

Maybe we just need to slow

No mind to control, though

No good. never try too hard though, running my game cross the street to the bar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So please think again before you show up at my door and try to fuck with me,

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Then i'll fuck your bitch, she'd better be on the pill though.

True story i try to stay real, but fuck man

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Try to call me (try to call me)