Aight, i'm a bust a freestyle right here

Yo, my Russian gramma won't get no better
So i'll just chill 'till next new year
But don't get mad,
Cuz i get sad,
And when i'm sad,
Then i smoke shit,
But if i smoke, then i get hooked,
And if i'm hooked, i won't do good
Cuz it'll suck, and i get stuck
And all my life will get fucked up
I'll be depressed and always stressed,
I'll slit my wrist with my mom's clasp
And shoot myself with my dad's gun(AK47)
So yo'll won't see me in 2000 and 1.