This is a song about "Collapse"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Scream out till your lungs collapse, collide with a bus and die,

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

The day before is better than the present

Then i collapse right on top of my desk

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse

"what if all just collapse?!"

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Till i collapse and i fall into my next relapse

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

If i see any more desks imma collapse,

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Wouldn't you want a brother who'd help you if you collapse?