This is a song about "Hospital and recovery"

The pain of the memories of you in the hospital last, forever and a day it seems.

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

And then leave your ass in a hospital bed, i'm the only god only lord,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

A rocker kid, you in the hospital, and got a lot of slits,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And now he's in a hospital with lots of slits across his wrists,

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery" cause there is no chance,

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick