This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

I'm keepin all my photos in my 23rd psalm

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

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

A delusional world that was brought back from the dead

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

Then come back from the dead and

So dunn stay silent

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,