This is a song about "Guns drugs suicide"

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

Suicide depression,

Gin makes me sin

You gotta make sure you aim right

To help me commit suicide

Without the sound of guns

Back with a vengeance

If you're black, you're always a thug, and you have drugs and guns

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Artillery weak with guns