This is a song about "A guy who has been through a lot of shit"

A holy reverend, thats a lot of shit to take in

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

And ask me how was my night

Pour a lot of cyanide

Been thinkin' about you a lot lately

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

See i've been myself lately, i'm not here to talk a lot of sob,

If she ever finds out i'll be in a lot of shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Talking a lot of shit as my head worsens

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price