This is a song about "Recovery"

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

How to fix this, need a mechanic/ if only recovery was automatic/

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

No recovery in sight, so there was no use to fight.

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

N-i-c in rikers island, downstateall the peoples i met along the way

Collapse, recovery, relapse eminem's 2 album titles in a cliche

We got money to go get baby

False recovery, i can't be