This is a song about "Suicide follows me where i go"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen

Of rap..no one follows me no wonder they sound like crap.i am a dissident of the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Talked me off the ledge from suicide, gave me revival.

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

I will find you no matter where you go like a hound

Take me to heaven where i should reside,

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

She comes and follows me on my trips

So here i am at the store for some chips

Where must i go, who must i know

Silly bitches gon' follow