This is a song about "Catchy suicide"

Suicide depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Halfback toss to right

Thinkin bout suicide

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

His brother la'mare had just died from suicide,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

Save it maggot and just commit suicide

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

If you're flow ain't catchy then your shows won't be attended

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Have you tried contempting suicide?

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Suicide- he debates it