This is a song about "Drunk on reality"

Fuck fame, fuck money

But that's reality.

Gloom tuning out reality.

I’m tryna be low key

Your human anatomy, can't perceive my reality

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

And if you ever renege, i’ll still give you kendrick lamar

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

With such an ugly picture in it and

Where are you its not reality

Malia family, we the family

Setting the stone in the river current and having dreams of futures he never foresaw

Truth is, my shit don't get publicized, when in reality, i already shit on yaw

Anxiety, anxiety, tripping over reality

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free