This is a song about "Me being sad"

Diagnose/ me for being a maniacal fanatic

I'm fucking asthmatic, my records problematic

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

But i'm not mad at you, i'm mad at me cause sometimes i make you sad

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

Let me be angry or sad, that gets my rap into the cash.

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

But being high only elucidates to me

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

 just not if it means giving up on being me,

Just for me being weird in the past/

Cause i got the burner in the hand

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I know your sad & you want me to come back but i cant