Suicide is one of the most tragic and devastating outcomes of untreated or poorly managed mental illness, firearms are the most common method, accounting for about half of suicide deaths, roughly 25,000 to 28,000 gun suicides a year. Make sure you check on your loved ones

I'm a made man like I'm half Italian

Can't see the face man, 'cause it's hald medallion

Straight to space man, home from Rikers Island

Double Cup in my hand, that's a half a thousand

If I die, I'll be a legend next year

On my way to heaven I need fresh air

Ain't no lie, this'll probably be my last year

357 to my left ear

I can't die Grim Reaper on my left side

I get high, take sleepers, that's my best high

I can't cry, I'm bleeding out my left eye

Spaceship fly, Sleez Demon, don't you test drive

If I die, I'll be a legend next year

Ain't no lie, this'll probably be my last year

If I die, I'll be a legend next year

Ain't no lie, this'll probably be my last year

Ricky Hil from the forest

Hard body like rigor mortis

I brought that quagen out to New Haven

I got a little group of hoes, I rotate them

Needle in your arm, nail in the coffin

All my bitches wear veils like a offering

Bring a pound from CT, make a sale out in Boston

Top tier, you can smell what I'm coughin'

SS switch gears, I'ma slit my wrist this year

Kill myself from ear to ear

I know nobody wants me here

If I die, I'll be a legend next year

Ain't no lie, this'll probably be my last year

If I die, I'll be a legend next year

Ain't no lie, this'll probably be my last year

Death to the infidels

Shadow rich gang, just took your soul and you'll never get it back