This is a song about "Catchy suicide"

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

His brother la'mare had just died from suicide,

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Go back and lack brain nigga gettin catchy.

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Maybe im just suicide prone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

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

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Save it maggot and just commit suicide

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like