This is a song about "Suicidal thouhts"

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

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

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Better learn that part now, the suicidal were the ones who waited to see.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle