From the album ZUMINATI
Zukenee wraps insecurity in flexing. The repeated 'suicide note' line and pill shoutouts work as performative danger and numbness, not a literal confession.
Yuh, my lungs fillin' up, my lungs fillin' up with dope Pull up in exotic, doors go up, hoe grab the rope
Right away he pairs self-medication with spectacle. The image ties getting high to showing off, so the high reads as both relief and stagecraft.
Suicide, suicide, suicide note It's do or die hoe, tell me if you ride, I need to know
The suicide line repeats like a tag. It functions as a loyalty test and a threat. Saying suicide becomes a badge of how far someone will go, not an explanation.
If you love me Girl do you love me? Do you love me?
Under all the boasting he asks a simple question. That soft, repeated ask breaks the bravado and exposes a need he refuses to treat honestly.
Percs on me I’m bussin' Glocks on me I’m bussin'
He stacks pills and guns in the hook and sings them like twin currencies. The repetition makes self-destruction and violence feel routine and performative.
The track sounds like a flex and a warning at once. Zukenee sells danger to look whole, but the lyrics keep circling the same small hole of doubt. It ends with swagger and a line that could mean either victory or a cry.