This is a song about "What that im gonna kill myself"

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

Im do what i wanna,you fools gonna,

Lucky seven probably poppa

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

What you never heard of that? it's gonna be called slaughter act

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I'd rather kill myself before seeing what monster what i've become

I cant live anymore knowing that im gonna go soon

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Im feeling so lonely only myself

I really love my miami crew

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

I stay true to myself and that what makes me different