This is a song about "Suicidal thought"

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

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Intercourse pausin' for thought,

I got buku broad

I used to care what people thought

Cause i break it out a lot

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

You thought what you thought, you walked and you talked

I thought mama taught ya,

I ain't mad at cha

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

That shit was wack as fuck

Niggas thought i dun came up

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

I don't rap flipping coke, i just try to give em hope