This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

In avoidance of his normal self in a livin hell from this shit he felt

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Then come back from the dead and

Back from the motherfucking dead

Im trying to see her in bed