This is a song about "Drama lies self harm suicide psychopath guns haters plastic fake money"

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

It's all lies, about me trying to suicide

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

To all you haters, i fucking expect the plastic assets,

Fake rappers take money in favor of remaining true

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Haters on my track, guns in the backpack

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

You got to have your game tight

Thinkin bout suicide