This is a song about "Kill my self with pills"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Im gonna kill again next time, with my another rap.

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

But i'm afraid to kill them with my stunts

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

Why, just don't kill me with my 9 millimeter

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Then you'll try to spike my corona with sleeping pills

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Don't worry bitch i won't kill you fast with my trusty gun

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Just another day out in beverly hills

So i'm sittin' in the dark with a bottle of pills

I made it myself

Some thing i keep to my self