This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Kill him and raise up from the dead like a zombie, mist is thick and foggy

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Then come back from the dead and

This is something different

But what you know is that nobody can harm

These bitches appear quicker than state farm

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Caught in self-loathin it's time to see relief released from the tip of my teeth