This is a song about "Recover"

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

No time to recover we're going again

At each other one another, but later we recover

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Now hope, that you can recover from the smother of my rap attack/

After i dig her up and then eat her out with a bit of mustard

Made y'all suffer to something you can't recover, this flow is undiscovered

No time to recover we're going again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

No time to recover we're going again

When they here today what you say to them

The choice can be no other

Her words will help you recover

Never recover, i might fade

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid