This is a song about "Unhappiness"

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Running circles round your skull like the earths equator

Get out behind that shadow, you best concede my info, now go on do this.. pronto

I ain't called anybody baby since birdman, unless you're a swallow

Spitting clean & hitting green, that's why these niggas envy me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Play them like they're my pity toys

All lying ass defensive ass boys

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath

You envy me, from the jealousy your hatred has spread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead