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

As i come across it, i think to myself, "what is,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

I want yas to seperate i want it to end

Wish i could shed all these tears

But i remember to myself

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Can anybody hear me? i guess i keep talkin' to myself

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

I always get high have tome to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

But i can say to myself i don't want that

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill