This is a song about "Suicidal blast"

Bullied, beaten, suicidal, then he came out as queer

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

High on brownies, fly on frownies, die froma suicidal act of spiritual kindness.

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And the future hold a great blast

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Huh, a metaphor of course

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

So i drive that a$$, and take it for a blast,