This is a song about "A loved one passing"

I was born to do the damn thing

My sadness was passing

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Get off a key like i can’t sing

About how your life is passing.

Who purely loved each other and then killed one another,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Napolean passing pneumonia on the podium

Wasting good time passing critics

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Even passing out that eminem guy

Now everybody put your hands up high