This is a song about "Struggling with anxiety"

We complain with sobbing, struggling to arrange the options we aim to choose

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

They can’t even come around

Smoke purp anxiety stays down

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

No more struggling like a widow

Get you high, keep it on the low

Are you coming?to the point that your running

I can feel tugging and struggling

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Fired up first, you struggling incapable of hustling

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Autism and anxiety have riddled his life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice