This is a song about "Recovery"

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

False recovery, i can't be

But i think i like that, just maybe

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

If i was in a different position would i still need recovery?

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em 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/

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

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