This is a song about "Cope"

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

So the devil that drove in her got in control

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

So y'all can cope n' touch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Through my music this is how i cope

Ever since then i had no job

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

On the hope she had, shes mad, but she knows that she cope n' pass..

Music helps me cope, call it antidote,

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Influenced by how you just cope with losing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Diminished the hope and struggled to cope