This is a song about "Recovery"

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery" cause there is no chance,

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

False recovery, i can't be

And losin all his money

If they think i'm a make a fucking sequel to recovery, how lovely to think that,

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

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

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

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