This is a song about "Recovery"

False recovery, i can't be

Shit with our whole family

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

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

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

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

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,

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

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

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

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

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

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