This is a song about "Suicidal memories"

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

It brought back memories...

My childhood was full of bad memories

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

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

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

My father is the cause of these memories

I am not the only one

Of your memories in tha dozen

Memories still clog my imaginative fuse,

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Knife to your throat, leave a suicidal note in your coat

Suicidal tendencies because he ain't equal

So all that other shit you on dead, burial