This is a song about "Kill myself"

After lebron, i'm what's next

Relying on myself

Gimme a chance to pick myself

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

As i light one for ill will

Ive got no license to kill

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

I know i can't kill myself so i run and punch the shelf

I can taste the salt from my tears

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

I need to fucking find myself,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,