This is a song about "I m the next"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Now i pass it on to the next

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Emcee m b, remember the name.

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

The next thirty seconds i didn't understand

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser