This is a song about "He just wishes he could die"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Could he be weird al, could he be jimmy fallon?

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

He began to scream, as loud as he could.

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

He knew i could shine and he knew i could write it

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Let's pretend he liked hobbies he could do as a kid,

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Goes home afterward, cries hoping he would just die

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

I jumped that motha fucker like he was gonna die

Revelations say you either fry or fly

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Fucking while choking till he could barely breathe