This is a song about "Self harm recovery"

But what you know is that nobody can harm

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

Steak dinner everydayfor the moviemy life is like a compton play

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

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

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

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick