This is a song about "Glock 45 suicide"

Save it maggot and just commit suicide

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

She commited suicide by

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Shoot bullets in your direction, 45 para

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

No fronting cause the coppers is coming, like

They never questioned why she committed suicide.

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

It's all lies, about me trying to suicide