This is a song about "Am i your friend or just a wall hook where you can hang your worn coat of misery"

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

You can try all your life your not as high as i am

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Your etiquette, man where is it? or were you just doin' it for the hell of it?

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

I cant just sit here all evenin and watch you in misery so heres your new nanny

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

You rag on me but say your a friend

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

And maybe like your raps, worn-out from the heat of hell

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

But who am i just a man,don't follow me,do your own research instead you swallow these