This is a song about "Suicide guns exotic cars killing crips drive bys"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

To help me commit suicide

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Run away from the cars...

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Suicide depression,

Class is in session