This is a song about "Giving up on life"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

But it wasn't like that, and he was giving up slowly,

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Too much pressure stacked up, giving my brain pain,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Giving head, now takes on a whole new meaning

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

But i ain't giving up. i'll put up a fight.

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Give you life for giving me a headache

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

It don't matter i'm givin up on this life i really never had