This is a song about "Turnin up in the middle of fucked up shit"

Your life is a product of trash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

They used to think i was fucked up in the head

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Rolling while im blowing this stash

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

The pain of knowing you fucked up, but you may never change

Woke up convulsing in the middle of an exorcism

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system