This is a song about "Sitting here alone trying to make since of all of this"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

To stop all of this brutality.

And mama made miracles every thanksgivin'but now the road got rough, you're alone

At the stars, he feels hopeless sitting here alone so he beside to start heading home,

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

Trying to make my message click, dont try to fight this

Here trying to impress,but my raps suppress,notin short of the best,

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

I'm tired of seeing all you replying to the same o' audio trying,

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

D j t j is here to save all of rap

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

I'm sitting here thinking of what ive done

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun