This is a song about "Depression suicidal thoughts suicide life struggle money problems pills sadness"

They judge you for your life style while they drink away their problems at the bar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

There are so many problems in my life that i gotta get past

Because the fact is, i have my own life, and my own problems,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

I see that i've got problems in my own life, in my grown ass style.