This is a song about "Suicidal thought"

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

I don't know what you thought

Niggas thought i dun came up

I know you're mad, but so what

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't, mad, at cha

I love the way you walk

But no measure of thought

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

I'ma take you out of misery call it homicidal,nah suicidal, the way you step in

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

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