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

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Lyricists will commit suicide for just half a verse,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

What up girl, tell me how you been

It is to be a lone gun/

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Without having to worry about a hubby

So i put the gun to my head and blast,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Dont tempt me to commit a crime

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Wanting to commit suicide how could they not die,

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

I lost my cousin to a gun he left his baby girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl