This is a song about "Suicide bomber"

She gon get the mils for this

They say, suicide is:

Suicide doors onna black coupe

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I'm either with you with pride or it's definite suicide,

Suicide attempts in the hole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Maybe im just suicide prone

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,