This is a song about "Recovery"

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

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

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

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

False recovery, i can't be

Than the muse of a family

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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