This is a song about "Suicide problems"

To help me commit suicide

Not only had the fiend died

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

The solution to all my problems

[f] forgettin' fame formulates foreplay for suicide,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Everybody have's small problems

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Have you tried contempting suicide?

Killa never let the drama slide

I've considerations of a vicious suicide

She brought you in this world so i'mma sex her right

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Get depressed, commit suicide, manic