This is a song about "Weed for anxiety"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

What's wrong with society,and you wonder why kids on medicine for anxiety

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Before i even smoked weed i thank u for that but

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Anxiety anxiety, hangs out in my minds eye you see