This is a song about "Weathering"

Taking hits out of clay bongs playing mahjong

I'm not even tired enough to have a good yawn,

But i can't carry it i'm weak i ain't a soldier

I'm the best, i'm still layin under a boulder.

He has been fucking em periodical enemy eased his fucking boulder making him stronger

People of this world are mentally in disorder corrupted world people-living in torture