This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Then come back from the dead and

But got comma’s in my statement

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese