This is a song about "Comatose"

The next day you is everybody target

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,