This is a song about "I wanna kill myself"

We can never be friends

I need to fucking find myself,

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

I lost hope almost roped myself

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

I'd rather kill myself before seeing what monster what i've become

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

But i remember to myself

Its about time i kill all the songs that people wanna listen

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Needa start worrying bout myself/ and where i wanna be

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Now i wanna kill her but yo, i gotta catch her first