This is a song about "Drugs anxiety sex love"

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

You would bet on malcolm sex

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Autism and anxiety have riddled his life