This is a song about "A friend recovering from suicidal thoughts"

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

From these thoughts that i'm thinkin

And i love your mind and ambition

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Recovering from the lost pieces

Suicidal bitches poppin lideral, i cant stop myself from takin one to pop,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts r a commotion

Existential thoughts depending from the curls/

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers