This is a song about "Giving up for lent"

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Giving you a few #minutes before he spits you chewed up

Saying they this and that

Never should have lent it

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Probably die getting some head

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

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Giving us children who look up and be inspired

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Set precedents for giving a hundred percent/