This is a song about "Suicide and self harm"

And snap your arm, for every time they cause you massive harm,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Ma'am i know it hurts, and i'm so sorry but yo boy was tryna harm me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self inducin' a snooze

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

And i aint gotta worry bout that nigga tryna harm me

Thinkin bout suicide

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy