This is a song about "Always pass out"

Remember those days when i use to pass out, hand out to bad bitches

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

I'm always just out of reach why you never can grasp

She wasn't faithful, always out creepin' round

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

I always laugh out loud when i wring my hater's necks,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

But i'm always fucking stressed out, i just can't

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

But girl i'm always stressed out, i just can't

Enforce, i'm elegant and