This is a song about "You fucked up"

Your life is a product of trash

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

Just put your hand on the glass

I fucked you up, straight in the ass!

He'd fucked you up, pawn you, murk you, lyrically leavin' you diagnosed//

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

My teenage years were fucked up,

How fucked up it can be,

Summertime in the city

I'm sure you must have smiled and i fucked up and i missed it.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

Fucked you up, straight in the ass!

So chase the air hide your stash