How the fuck you fags cope with this?

Battle Royal Solo. Two pusher landed by me, I grab a sentinel shotgun and crack one of them. The other one beam me from behind, while the one I was chasing got into the truck attempts to run me over. I got into the truck still gets hit down to 20 HP no shield only 4 rounds of shotgun shells left. The dude that was chasing me got into the truck and start shooting it up. I peek out and one blast him back to the lobby. The driver starting going 3rd parting door dashing the lobby, until he stop at gas station ran over a few chug barrels HP at 60. I got out and cracked his shields and he jump right in the truck and try to run me into the gas pump, so I jump in with him. 10 min later he slow the truck and try to get some weapon, I got out snag a few shells and we both crack our shields, jump right back in the truck, I peep my head trying to get an angle and hit him he switch seat trying to get an angle on me, while the truck rolls down hill which some how he got back into the driver seat and turn on the radio... [DON'T YOU WORRY DON'T YOU WORRY CHILD] fuck! Finally he stop to another gas station he ran inside I ran behind we exchange gunfire and [GUESS WHAT] He ran back to the truck and tries to blow me up, but I got right back in. Then lastly he drove up to another 3rd party, but this time a 3rd dude start riding with us, driver turn radio back on [I'M LIKE MY OH MY BABY IT'S MY KIND] Me the 3rd dude start exchange gunfire for a long time and yea we both crack our shield, the fight was getting bad. Then finally the truck drove over the mountain and blew up mid air... Came in 4# place guys! *Sucks on my glock*