This is a song about "I want to kill myself"

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Leave these thoughts to me, myself and i

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

But i remember to myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

I know what you do with that

And i don't want to quit

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

-i didn't want to kill the little white bitch,

Sometimes i just thing to myself like....

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Sayin' dear lord, can you help a nigga?that last one i didn't want to kill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill