This is a song about "A friend recovering from suicidal thoughts"

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I got a friend name rocco

I spent most my days runnin from evil thoughts

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

But then i see my friend, dangling upside down from a beam

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Chances of you recovering from these stitches is like snoop dogg with no bitches

Nigga i ain't never scared

Don't call me "lover" or a "best friend",

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke