This is a song about "Worse"

Depressions getting worse, i need to flee

Let me rideuntil i get free

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Nasty words, bastards, worse

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Fuck their minds worse than inception,

Without you even worse

That's why she ignore my flowers

Married to the devil, for better or worse

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I hurt people worse and worse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

But i'll do it first for the better or worse

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Pound for pound it could be worse

Hundred k in twenty-two hours