This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

A delusional world that was brought back from the dead