This is a song about "Passing out"

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And we'll pass those too instead of passing homegrown

My team getting digits

Wasting good time passing critics

Wave at my opportunities while they're passing away,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Even passing out that eminem guy

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Cars are passing by, guy

Dump that bitch in the sly

While im passing out fast,

I'll get to em when i land