This is a song about "Recover"

Take another hit, buzzer feels like a full recover, its my lover

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

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

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

At each other one another, but later we recover

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

No time to recover we're going again

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

Her words will help you recover

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

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

At each other one another, but later we recover

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper