This is a song about "Kill your self"

When my words already kill your album.

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Because if you hurt your self like this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Don't give a fuck to what ppl say do it for ur self for ur ppl kill it

Of an operation and try to get allocation to up my reputation.

Battling you is the easiest thing next to your self-inflicted defamation

Accidentally kill your family still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

And keep for your self your comment

Thought we’d be together ’till the end