This is a song about "Suicide silence"

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Suicide depression,

There was silence all over the arena

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

To help me commit suicide

She might be goin' home with me tonight

They never questioned why she committed suicide.

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

I can taste the salt from my tears

Real gangstas move in silence

The master of this rap shit

Suicide- he debates it

Suicide bombs like a motherfucking terrorist

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled