This is a song about "Deprestion and anexity"

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

And get it again and again

And a fridge and some broccoli

Third ward general, young cash money

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

Seein' dreams in they sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And stop playing hide and seek,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs