This is a song about "Suicide season"

Into the evening and it leaves them sneezing, every season

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Suicide- he debates it

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Im commitin homicide, just to stop suicide,

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

It's all lies, about me trying to suicide

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Thinkin bout suicide

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

I guess it's that time of the season

So now she picks up the gun