This is a song about "Self harm and suicide"

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Thinkin bout suicide

Their gonna be like

Ha! you know what they like

He commit suicide

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

They ponder suicide today, and hate the past