This is a song about "Proving something"

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

I care about proving people wrong, not being the best,

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Numb nothings that think they worth something

He left something out, something was wrong there something was missing.

If they not talking no bread than we ain't listening

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

When you need something yummy

Acting like you real or something

Blasts something. pasts exploited for nothing.

Im tryin something different

Im happier when high and drunk

Get off a key like i can’t sing

'if you don't live for something,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But the alcohols something to see