This is a song about "Suicidal thoughts"

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

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

Its all that's consumed my thoughts,

Talking bout they suicidal thoughts

Where would i be without my dogs

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

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

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Everyday i'm getting paranoid of my own thoughts,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Now he's feeling suicidal, his life story is made a fable,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Said thoughts that weren't even seen

Maybe i'm lost no need for bad thoughts

I let you know you dealing with dogs