This is a song about "Ar 15 codeine xanax depressed lonely hoes love guns ina"

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

You got love for hov? man, you got love for hoes

A depressed mess accepting empty sex and left bereft of love expressed

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ever since then i've been depressed and lonely/it was just me only

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Became depressed , all day ate and slept/ hygine wasnt a

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Pussy motherfuckers leanin' like codeine fiends, he's mean,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Its bigera the poet of the moment blazing all guns