This is a song about "Not cuul to juul in schuul"

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

The place to start is in our music, not the economy

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

About bullshit and the truth not sure which one to believe in

Living carefree no plans try not to think in advance

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Not much shit in this world to amuse

She better be lucky i'm not in the audio to make this diss

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

You gon need some gills, to not drown in my rhyme

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time