This is a song about "Suicide codeine money"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

They never questioned why she committed suicide.

Codeine in my oj, call that liquid luck,

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

On guitars no codeine in this resort we destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

But five years from now i bet she see

Thinkin bout suicide daily

His brother la'mare had just died from suicide,

By any means necessary get campaign right

Now my momma mentioned the day before what she would like

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Maybe im just suicide prone

She commited suicide by

I wonder why, i sit and cry