This is a song about "Drug dealing suicide"

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Thinkin bout suicide

Which you know i'm different, right

Suicide depression,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

It's all lies, about me trying to suicide

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

There's real rap without the drug dealing shit,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

On that red-eyed kush flight

He commit suicide