This is a song about "Suicide season"

Rappers are regular people minus money ya like

I've considerations of a vicious suicide

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

Save it maggot and just commit suicide

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

To help me commit suicide

Take her on a long ride

Suicide- he debates it

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

We keep it freezing at any given season

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Something wicked this way come

I guess it's that time of the season