This is a song about "Being broke and depressed"

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Then push the milk on a slow bend

A childhood being depressed,

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

And i'm convinced we're broke,

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

You're a bitch, and you broke my heart.

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