This is a song about "Recovery"

False recovery, i can't be

They gotta point em out baby

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

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands