This is a song about "Kevin hart breaks his silence after car crash"

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

When when the economy of america breaks

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

After all, i'm only a resident, his true job a physician

Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart