This is a song about "Petrified"

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I can smell it when i go outside

Petrified, i stared and cried

I know their type, they're fucking petrified

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Petrified planking and trending mills

Keep your enemy's terrorized, there petrified, force a suicide,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight