This is a song about "Suicide pilot"

You saying we rap's claimin' a fighter pilot flies don't

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

I got plans tonight

Thinkin bout suicide

Welcome aboard, it's the pilot speaking

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

You're trapped inside your upbringing, drives you to suicide,

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

His brother la'mare had just died from suicide,

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Suicide- he debates it

Now you got me hopped up on that