This is a song about "Depression cocaine laced up benz truck fucking hoes death suicide lil peep"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Suicide depression,

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

The line of my gasoline, running clean up to the truck

I've got no fucking energy why do you think i want cocaine?

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

It's all she knows

I show up with four hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I understand i'm back by popular demand

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

You know what it is when i pull up in that black truck