This is a song about "I am gonna beat you"

I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

You probably gonna think that i'm talking about you and you goddamn right i am/

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Now sing with me: i am gonna cut my wrists

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Cause i am gonna rise/

When am i gonna finish this?

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Asking myself am i gonna be winning

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Nah who am i kiddin im still gonna verbally stomp your head