This is a song about "Suicidal"

Turn your life completely around and turn you suicidal,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

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

Bullied, beaten, suicidal, then he came out as queer

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear

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

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

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