This is a song about "Suicide broken heart xan xanax lean weed death darkness alone kill dead numb"

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

I'm undeserving of, this broken heart casserole.

But i can't kill somethig already dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Alone again in a broken home, but only the weak cry

Then push the milk on a slow bend

My broken heart you could mend

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Purple haze, finest kush strains, smokin' weed, sippin' lean,

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme