This is a song about "Recover"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Never recover, i might fade

Redbox flow and i do not date

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

No time to recover we're going again

No time to recover we're going again

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

At each other one another, but later we recover

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

Her words will help you recover

Given a second chance perhaps, just some time to recover from my last relapse,

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags