This is a song about "Having a gun to my head about to commit suicide"

This battle's suicide, here's a rope noose for you to sink in,

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

I don't trust no one

It is to be a lone gun/

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies

I have a tendency to commit felonies

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

It's all lies, about me trying to suicide

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

I wont commit suicide, ill see my plans through,

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

A clever idea to take something they said

Without having to worry about a hubby

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

We either have to live in it or commit suicide nowadays