This is a song about "I hate my anxiety"

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

So have i, so get set to dine 'fore someone has an anxiety attack tonight

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I can't wait for summer, i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Straight bad bitches i run, through

I hate it and i hate you,

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

I hate you punk, in my mind you suck

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety