If I say I’m gonna slide,I’m really bout that life, Something in my heads not wired right, You better not go outside, My alter Egos fuckin wild, An Ego make a nigga die young, To prideful to stray away from a fight, huh, Nowadays, they pull and spray away your life son, No time to hesitate, gotta grab the knife son, Butcher shop, chop a motha fucka up, Bah bah, mother fucker turn to dust, Wipe my shoulder off, ugh, Killlin shit like some fentanyl, Gonna have to fuckin wipe me down, Straight childish, I ain’t grown, Chemical imbalance, what I’m on, Trying smoke until I feel norm, Up in the sky, with the birds I soar, Angry birds making all the noise, So I fucking pop em out tha sky, A fuck with me, is your demise, Your mommy and ya daddy cryin, At the funeral, dressed in all black, askin why son, I give em hugs and try to comfort um, Im a manic mother fucker, huh, In a panic, on the hunt, Anxiety, got me fucked, You could get cut, stole and stuffed, Tie ya up, couple rocks, bottom of the lake, flushed, Nobody knows nuttin, I’m just kidding man, I’m fronting, But that other personality he’s something, Don’t back baby in a corner, don’t push his buttons, You be at the coroner, trying to put you back together, Humpty Dumpty Dear Lord have mercy when they come for me, Is it me, or is the thought of death comforting?