This is a song about "Being suicidal"

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Tell them niggas they sleeping

I believed in a higher being.

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Nothins stopping me from being rich

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Better learn that part now, the suicidal were the ones who waited to see.

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note