This is a song about "Sad and depressed i want to throw magnum to my head"

Up but the thought of my success make you want to throw up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

And i dont want my heart to get broken

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I'm lucky that i got a better place to call home. no longer sad and alone.

About disaster in the world and

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And bow my head down, so i pray to one and only thee

And i don't want to quit

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit