This is a song about "Being suicidal"

And it rules everything around them

Kinda like retards and being caucasian

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

I'ma take you out of misery call it homicidal,nah suicidal, the way you step in

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

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

No one likes being lied to.

Life's tryin to lap you